Calcutta nr. 141
Very little is my heart forbidden to love
Little remains of the secret that is not understood
For seventy two years have I pondered day & night
It is clear only, that nothing is clear.
What while my heart of passion yet the throne is,
No mystery, meseems, to me unknown is;
But in cold blood my case when I consider,
Life's passed and nothing learned of me, I own, is.