 | Songs of A Wayfarer |  |
XCIII. MAN A SYMBOL.
We do but that which we do scarcely know:We are but organs of another mind:
We only speak what to us is assigned—
Smooth vanes to show which way the wind doth go:
Mere signs of occult Powers that lie below
Our thought and act: unconscious symbols: blind
Echoes of Utterances that hide behind
Our being—which in dreams will sometimes flow
More clearly unto us—wherein do meet
Nature's two sovran forces, Life and Death:—
The gentle air that feeds the blossom sweet,
And then destroys it with a ruder breath:
The sun that draws the tender herb beneath,
Then stamps it into dust with fiery feet.
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