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 For who of mortal or immortal race The lifetrack of another can retrace?

Did you but know my agony and toil! Two lanes diverge up yonder from this lane; My thin blood marks the long length of their soil; Such clue I left, who sought my clue in vain: My hands and knees are worn both flesh and bone; I cannot move but with continual moan.

But I am in the very way at last To find the long-lost broken golden thread Which reunites my present with my past, If you but go your own way. And I said, I will retire as soon as you have told Whereunto leadeth this lost thread of gold.

And so you know it not! he hissed with scorn; I feared you, imbecile! It leads me back From this accursed night without a morn, And through the deserts which have else no track, And through vast wastes of horror-haunted time, To Eden innocence in Eden's clime: