LEADINGS

Caught in the skein of meaning,
So bright, so intershining,
Like Ariadne’s far winding
Back to the reach of day;
Through labyrinths I wander,
Perpetually finding,
Out of the old one winding,
A new and twisted way.
But I must follow, as I’m led,
The strict unravelling of the thread,
Though it may lead me past the dead,
To be the Monster’s prey.