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Arthur Symons - At Tarragona
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If I could know but when and why 
This piece of thoughtless dust begins 
To think, and Straightway I am I, 
And these bright hopes and these brave sins, 
That have been freer than the air. 
Circle their freedom with my span; 
If I could know but why this care 
Is mine and not the care of man; 
Why, thus unwilling, I rejoice. 
And will the good I do not do, 
And with the same particular voice 
Speak the old folly and the new; 
If I could know, seeing my soul 
A white ship with a bending sail, 
Rudderless, and without a goal. 
Fly seaward, humble to the gale, 
Why, knowing not from whence I came, 
Nor why I seek I know not what, 
I bear this heavy, separate name, 
While winds and waters bear it not; 
And why the unlimited earth delights 
In life, not knowing breath from breath, 
While I, that count my days and nights, 
Fear thought in life, and life in death.
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