He Wonders About Himself

    No use hoping, or feeling vext,
    Tugged by a force above or under
    Like some fantocine, much I wonder
    What I shall find me doing next!

    Shall I be rushing where bright eyes be?
    Shall I be suffering sorrows seven?
    Shall I be watching the stars of heaven,
    Thinking one of them looks like thee?

    Part is mine of the general Will,
    Cannot my share in the sum of sources
    Bend a digit the poise of forces,
    And a fair desire fulfil?

       Nov. 1893.