Why do I desire

What I do not need?

Why does my soul, like fire,

Or a hot abstract greed,

Seek all that is higher?

Why, if not because

It is a soul? (...)

Who can know the cause

When it lies in its whole

Hidden in (...) laws?

Yet this matters not.

What matters is pining

And that stress of thought

That comes of divining

What to wish that may not be got.