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WHAT of all the will to do?
It has vanished long ago,
For a dream-shaft pierced it through
From the Unknown Archer’s bow.


What of all the soul to think?
Some one offered it a cup
Filled with a diviner drink,
And the flame has burned it up.


What of all the hope to climb?
Only in the self we grope
To the misty end of time:
Truth has put an end to hope.


What of all the heart to love?
Sadder than for will or soul,
No light lured it on above;
Love has found itself the whole.

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