[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 26]

How I wish to find the way back

     To my childhood’s tears

How I pine to find the forgotten track

     Through the quicksand of the years:

Made of the silvery world of the moon

Could I find the way; soon very soon

How haply should I be.

Many before me have sung of this

I may have felt – have sung – 

But none can express its pain, I miss.   

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Yet I know it is, that immortal way

Beyond space and time

Far out of the thought of night and of day

Far above the Sublime

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Deep in the silver soul of the moon

It is more than new, new that gone

How haply shall I be!

April, 1906.