Of wisdom's shadows art thou made for real

To hide what may distinguish or distract

What forces life's existence to conceal

Were it not of mysterious attract



If thou wer'st not for my eyes without shape

And thou wer'st visualized and undeduced



Thy sight would make the uncertain escape

And show the destiny to whom I'll be reduced



The fears, uncertanties and strong suspense

Canst thou create by soaking in the dark

My spirit, my existence in the sense

Of being steady and released of any mark

But for my own relief, I'm surely kept

By wisdom's shadows; and I should accept