Something compels me, somewhere.    Yet I see
    No clear command in Life's long mystery.

    Oft have I flung myself beside my horse,
    To drink the water from the roadside mire,
    And felt the liquid through my being course,
    Stilling the anguish of my thirst's desire.

    A simple want; so easily allayed;
    After the burning march; water and shade.

    Also I lay against the loved one's heart
    Finding fulfilment in that resting-place,
    Feeling my longing, quenched, was but a part
    Of nature's ceaseless striving for the race.

    But now, I know not what they would with me;
    Matter or Force or God, if Gods there be.

    I wait; I question; Nature heeds me not.
    She does but urge in answer to my prayer,
    "Arise and do!"    Alas, she adds not what;
    "Arise and go!"    Alas, she says not where!

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