Simple Was I And Was Young; Kept No Gallant Tryst, I; Even From Good Words Held My Tongue, Quoniam Tu Fecisti! Through My Youth I Stirred Me Not, High Adventure Missed I, Left The Shining Shrines Unsought; Yet Me Deduxisti! At My Start By Helicon Love-Lore Little Wist I, Worldly Less; But Footed On; Why? Me Suscepisti! When I Failed At Fervid Rhymes, "Shall," I Said, "Persist I?" "Dies" (I Would Add At Times) "Meos Posuisti!" So I Have Fared Through Many Suns; Sadly Little Grist I Bring My Mill, Or Any One'S, Domine, Tu Scisti! And At Dead Of Night I Call: "Though To Prophets List I, Which Hath Understood At All? Yea: Quem Elegisti?"