Sonnet.
To learn, we should forget. Too much we
know1
To see the simplest truths. We have one day—2
One morn, one noon, one night on earth we stay.3
Yet noon from morn, and from noon night, to show4
We ever seek. With doubt perplexed we go,5
Much wondering in our poor childish mind,6
Unlike grey dawn of morn, hot noon to find.7
And thus we vex and weary life ; thus flow8
Our hours ; thus our little day is worn,9
And dark night closing round, untaught we stand10
Upon the threshold of the other morn.11
Then, like poor mariner cast on strange land12
He knows not of, so by Time’s silent strand13
We sit us down, bewildered and forlorn !14