God Knows I Strive Against Low Lust And Vice, Wound In The Net Of Their Voluptuous Hair; God Knows That All Their Kisses Are As Ice To Me Who Do Not Care. God Knows, Against The Front Of Fate I Set Eyes Still And Stern, And Lips As Bitter Prest; Raised Clenched And Ineffectual Palms To Let Her Rock-Like Pressing Breast! God Knows What Motive Such Large Zeal Inspires, God Knows The Star For Which I Climb And Crave, God Knows, And Only God, The Eating Fires That In My Bosom Rave. I Will Not Fall! I Will Not; Thou Dost Lie! Deep Hell! That Seethest In Thy Simmering Pit; Thy Thousand Throned Horrors Shall Not Vie, Or Ever Compass It! But As Thou Sinkest From My Soul Away, So Shall I Rise, Rolled In The Morning'S Rose, Beyond This World, This Life, This Little Day - God Knows! God Knows! God Knows!