I am swayed by both remembrance and regret And buffeted by storms that seem to last Beyond the soul's endurance and forget The higher calling, haunted by the past.
I stand upon a plain in present time, A tortured Janus, the future looking back, Hesitant to dare the daunting climb And all my life a weird and winding track.
I know there shall be other births for me Too much remains undone, the spirit weeps For the hiatus in my destiny And lone within its silent vigil keeps.
Now in the season of the dying leaf One feels that death could shatter everything Yet in my heart I know apart from grief, In winter's womb is hid the child of Spring.
Poems Undated (1727)
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