… ἀναyκαίως δ’ ἔχει

Βίον θερίζειν ὥστε κάρπιμον στάχυν,

καὶ τὸν yὲν εἶναι τὸν δὲ yή.

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain

What lands to till or sow with seed—

The land is black with briar and weed,

Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait

With blinded eyes and hands that fail,

Till the last lifting of the veil

And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.

I trust I shall not live in vain,

I know that we shall meet again

In some divine eternity.