PEER
Soul, and spirit’s light and knowledge,
all in good time you shall have them.
When in east, on rosy streamers
golden types print: Here is day,—
then, my child, I’ll give you lessons;
you’ll be well brought-up, no fear.
But, ’mid night’s delicious stillness,
it were stupid if I should,
with a threadbare wisdom’s remnants,
play the part of pedagogue.—
And the soul, moreover, is not,
looked at properly, the main thing.
It’s the heart that really matters.