THE TRUE KNOWLEDGE

. . . ἀναyκαίως δ’ ἔχει
Βίον θερίζειν ὥστε κάρπιμον στάχυν,
καὶ τὸν yὲν εἶναι τὸν δὲ yή.

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain

   What lands to till or sow with seed—

   The land is black with briar and weed,

Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait

   With blinded eyes and hands that fail,

   Till the last lifting of the veil

And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.

   I trust I shall not live in vain,

   I know that we shall meet again

In some divine eternity.