English poem
The Truant
by Benjamin De Casseres (1873–1945)
What was its mandate? Where is the script IT placed in my hand? Who sent me on this strange errand? Or was it--No! No! too horrible! And yet--and yet, how came I here?
In the immobile immensities, where renascence and decay and the plexed dream called Life were still unsensed-- Before I aggregated, Before I anealed into an I, Before the first stratum of lust was laid, Before the dispart from the ALL-- In the immobile immensities something was ordered of me; I was sent on an errand!
Hey ho! I have dallied with mortals too long, Yet I dare not return without the thing done. Or was it--No! No! too horrible!