• We never know how high we are

    Till we are asked to rise

    And then if we are true to plan

    Our statures touch the skies —


    The Heroism we recite

    Would be a normal thing

    Did not ourselves the Cubits warp

    For fear to be a King —

  • We never know we go when we are going —

    We jest and shut the Door —

    Fate — following — behind us bolts it —

    And we accost no more —

  • Who never lost, are unprepared

    A Coronet to find!

    Who never thirsted

    Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!


    Who never climbed the weary league —

    Can such a foot explore

    The purple territories

    On Pizarro's shore?


    How many Legions overcome —

    The Emperor will say?...

  • Who never wanted — maddest Joy

    Remains to him unknown —

    The Banquet of Abstemiousness

    Defaces that of Wine —


    Within its reach, though yet ungrasped

    Desire's perfect Goal —

    No nearer — lest the Actual —

    Should disentrall thy soul —