QUERIES...

All things unto me are queries
That from normal-nest asking wearies
                  My heart
Things are and seem, and nothing bears
The secret of life wears...

All things' presence e' er is asking
Question of disturbing pain
With dreadful hesitation tasking
                   My brain
How false is truth ? How much doth seem
Since dreams are all and all's a dream...

Before mystery my will failed
Torn with war within the mind or...
and reason like a coward quaileth
                     To find
More than themselves all things reveal
Yet that they with themselves conceal...