Iii. The Poet'S Chart

"WHERE shall I find my light?"

"Turn from another's track: Whether for gain or lack, Love but thy natal right. Cease to follow withal, Though on thine up-led feet Flakes of the phosphor fall. Oracles overheard Are never again for thee, Nor at a magian's knee Under the hemlock tree, Burns the illumining word."

"Whence shall I take my law?"

"Neither from sires nor sons, Nor the delivered ones, Holy, invoked with awe. Rather, dredge the divine Out of thine own poor dust, Feebly to speak and shine. Schools shall be as they are: Be thou truer, and stray Alone, intent, and away, In a savage wild to obey Some dim primordial star."