I must go down, Down, down, Below the crusts of things, Under the shadows, Into thought-haunted places Where few go; Where the road is broken And travelled by monsters, Truths with hard sphinx-faces. I must go down Into the caves of life, Into the darknesses, Deep, deep, Below the good of things, Below the evil of things, Where the calm roots of wisdom creep. I must tunnel Under the bloom of dreams, Under the frame-work of fancies, Tunnel alone. What if I shatter frail things, Break delicate flowers of myth
Timorous dreamers have sown?