Classic Poem

MY LIFE is like a dream,
I do not know
How it began, nor yet
How it will go.

Out of the night a bird
Has quickly flown
Across the lighted room,
And now is gone

Into the dark again
From whence it came—
So the old druids said,
And I the same.

But we are not content,
I, like them too,
Questioning all I meet,
Seek something new.

Saying to each who comes,
‘So much is clear,
But, if you know of more,
I wait to hear.

‘The dark, the lighted room,
The bird which flies
Are not enough for man,
Who one day dies.

‘Are not enough for man,
That bird which came
Out of the dark and must
Return again.

‘If you know more besides,
Tell what you know,
O wise and travelled souls,