Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 June 1913 — The Unknowing. [ARTICLE]

The Unknowing.

I know not where lam: Beneath my feet a whirling sphere And overhead (and yet below) A crystal rampart cutting sheer*— The travelling sun its oriflamme. What do I know? I know not what 1 do: I wrought at that, I wrought at this, The shuttle still perforce I throw; But If aright or If amiss The web reveals not, held to view. What do I know? I know not what I think: My thoughts?—As in a shaft at light The dust motes wander to and fro, And shimmer golden in their flight;; Then either way in darkness sink. What do I know? I know not who am I: If now I enter on the ' , Or revenant from long ago, If but some World Soul’s moment dream, 0* timeless, in Itself I lie, , What do I know?