HE RESOLVES TO SAY NO MORE

O my soul, keep the rest unknown!

It is too like a sound of moan

When the charnel-eyed Pale Horse has nighed:

Yea, none shall gather what I hide!

Why load men's minds with more to bear

That bear already ails to spare?

From now alway Till my last day

What I discern I will not say.

Let Time roll backward if it will;

(Magians who drive the midnight quill

With brain aglow Can see it so,)

What I have learnt no man shall know.

And if my vision range beyond

The blinkered sight of souls in bond,

-- By truth made free

-- I'll let all be,

And show to no man what I see.