A wall perceivéd blocks my mind,
My sight, my progress, night and day.
The sight and knowledge I would find
For now is but a pace away.

And here now I’m penning this four-metered sledge.

This wall of mind, this barring brick,
To me is fearful, cold, and deep.
And though I wish to break it quick,
A fear of sight upon me creeps.

Yet still here I’m forging this four-metered sledge.

Unknown it is which lies beyond,
To me at least, though not to thee.
The light is thine, from thee are spawned
The answers that would set me free.

You see why I’m crafting this four-metered sledge.

The purest truth I fear to hear,
Though such with fairest tones may flow
With cadence sweet from voices clear
Like thine, which sets the soul aglow.

And still now I’m penning this four-metered sledge.

Yet better far to bear the pain
Of dreams and hopes in shambles left
Than fearful turmoil’s troubling strain
Which leaves the soul of peace bereft.

And for this I’m forging this four-metered sledge.

In words by fairest wit so wrought
(Which wit within thy mind resides),
And which is worthy to be sought
By those with honest seeking eyes

(And seeking, I write out this four-metered sledge),

The truth that I of thee implore
I’d hear from thee in clearest tones,
Or in the darkness ever more
I must reside with sighing groans.

‘Tis needful to finish this four-metered sledge.

A joy it is to see the face
Of one so truly fair as thou.
The eyes of one who holds to grace
Do goodness, love, and light avow.

To thee now I’m writing this four-metered sledge.

For this, thy goodness, I do hope
That answer certain you will show
Without regard for what the scope
Of damage be when dealt the blow.

O let not be vain this four-metered sledge!

To break this wall is my design,
This wall of my uncertainty,
That truth may rest within my mind
With fear no more to trouble me.

For hope I am swinging this four-metered sledge…

And now the hammer, now the strokes,
Which beat upon this tow’ring wall
Of fear and trembling. Now ’tis broke
With question bold which here I scrawl:

In truth, what thinkest thou of me?