IV: How, Now, to Wake?

There was a secret I once sought to know:

the answer that the muses knew quite well:

the trick that educated Homer so:

the light that lets the chanter's song so swell.

It seemed elusive, that insider's light.

It was the very reason for my life.

I don't recall why e'er I lost its sight,

but lo, it gives a reason to love strife!

For can I be content with me, and grow?

Is't possible to know but mine and try?

Or if there is an answer for to know,

is that, then, all the reason to climb high?

Then always be so grasping in the dark:

the path is there that gives each step a mark.