I have been roaming on for days and days. <br />Ensnared in days, I wander on and on, <br />Whole days along my destined roads and ways, <br />As long as I am able, till I'm gone. <br /> <br />In morning's garden I found flowers sweet; <br />I trampled many of them as I went, <br />Yet briars – even more of them I met. <br />My gains were small, compared with what I spent. <br /> <br />It dawned on me through agony and fears <br />How blind it is, the universal mind; <br />Though all night long I listen to the stars <br />No harmony among them do I find. <br /> <br />Ah man, it is not given you to see <br />What lasts an hour, and what goes on for aye; <br />And where you, too, a droplet in a sea, <br />Are sent to quail, and wherefrom do you hail... <br /> <br />And so with drooping heart and downcast head <br />Prostrate, I wait and wait, all gloom despite, <br />For somebody to offer me his aid <br />To solve the riddle set by dark and light.<br /><br />Jurgis Baltrušaitis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wanderer-s-harp/
