Ways and Ways

Dec 12, 2023

Do you not overthrow me, all is lost,

And should you not mark it, who will count the cost?

Single my soul had been, now cleft in twain

Which side would I have, did I choose again?

All is lost, all is won, all turns in my hand

Yet if I seek to find some other land

What strange inhabitants will know me there

As now, or stranger still, and passing bear

Some welcome or some other, swifter hate

Which, if I do not turn, finds me too late.

I have not, and I know not but this

A long road, and my crossroads is.