Versamelde gedigte

The future

I have no fears that I should cease to be

Before my hand has grasped what I would reach,

Or I have learned all that this life can teach,

And reproduced, in radiant pageantry,
The splendid visions Fancy made me see;

For I believe, as does the patient leech

Who ministers to pain, that unto each

Is given the strength to gain the victory

O'er anguish and o'er death, if but the will

Transcends the wearied spirit. I have loved

Things beautiful whose joys are with me still

Although themselves long from my sight removed.

Their memory lasts and comforts though I fail

To reach my goal and find my Holy Grail.

Jagger-biblioteek, Universiteit van Kaapstad