I sit and gaze from window high
Down on the noisy street:
No part in this great coil have I,
No fate to go and meet.
My books unopened long have lain;
In class I am all astray:
- The
- questions growing in my brain,
Demand and have their way.
Knowledge is power, the people cry;
Grave men the lure repeat:
After some rarer thing I sigh,
That makes the pulses beat.
- Old
- truths, new facts, they preach aloud--
Their tones like wisdom fall:
- One
- sunbeam glancing on a cloud
Hints things beyond them all.