June 14

When I am very weary with hard thought,

And yet the question burns and is not quenched,

My heart grows cool when to remembrance wrought

That thou who know'st the light-born answer sought

Know'st too the dark where the doubt lies entrenched—

Know'st with what seemings I am sore perplexed,

And that with thee I wait, nor needs my soul be vexed.