Seek Not My Name--It Doth No Virtue Bear; Seek, Seek Thine Own Primeval Name To Find-- The Name God Called When Thy Ideal Fair Arose In Deeps Of The Eternal Mind. When That Thou Findest, Thou Art Straight A Lord Of Time And Space--Art Heir Of All Things Grown; And Not My Name, Poor, Earthly Label-Word, But I Myself Thenceforward Am Thine Own. Thou Hearest Not? Or Hearest As A Man Who Hears The Muttering Of A Foolish Spell? My Very Shadow Would Feel Strange And Wan In Thy Abode:--I Say No, And Farewell. Thou Understandest? Then It Is Enough; No Shadow-Deputy Shall Mock My Friend; We Walk The Same Path, Over Smooth And Rough, To Meet Ere Long At The Unending End.