THIS knowledge at least is spared us: we cannot tell
When any given tide on the heart's shore
Comes to the full.
The crown-wave makes no signal, does not cry-
'This is the highest. Mark it with a bright shell.
It will be reached no more.'
Few could endure
That knowledge, and not die.
It is better to be unsure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem