THE KASÎDAH III, 1,12

Fie, fie! you visionary things,
 ye motes that dance in sunny glow,
Who base and build Eternities
 on briefest moment here below;

Who pass through Life liked cagèd birds,
 the captives of a despot will;
Still wond’ring How and When and Why,
 and Whence and Whither, wond’ring still;

Still wond’ring how the Marvel came
 because two coupling mammals chose
To slake the thirst of fleshly love,
 and thus the “Immortal Being” rose;

THE KASÎDAH II, 9,16

What endless questions vex the thought,
 of Whence and Whither, When and How?
What fond and foolish strife to read
 the Scripture writ on human brow;

As stand we percht on point of Time,
 betwixt the two Eternities,
Whose awful secrets gathering round
 with black profound oppress our eyes.