Burning Wheel

<SPAN name="FRAGMENT"></SPAN>FRAGMENT.<br/> <br/> <br/> We're German scholars poring over life,<br/> As over a Greek manuscript that's torn<br/> And stained beyond repair. Our eyes of horn<br/> Read one or two poor letters; and what strife,<br/> What books on books begotten for their sake!<br/> But we enjoy it; and meanwhile neglect<br/> The line that's left us perfect from the wrecked<br/> Rich argosy, clear beyond doubts to make<br/> Conjectures of. So in my universe<br/> Of scribbled half-hid meanings you appear,<br/> Sole perfect symbol of the highest sphere;<br/> And life's great matrix crystal, whose depths nurse<br/> Soul's infinite reflections, glows in you<br/> With now uncertain radiance...<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />