Darest Thou Now, O Soul
Ernst Bacon, Walt Whitman
Darest thou now, O Soul
Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region
Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow?
No map, there, nor guide
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land
I know it not, O Soul;
Nor dost thou—all is a blank before us;
All waits, undream’d of, in that region—that inaccessible land
Till, when the ties loosen
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us
Then we burst forth—we float
In Time and Space, O Soul—prеpared for them;
Equal, equipt at last — (O joy! O fruit of all!) thеm to fulfil, O Soul