Let me be judged by what I never did,
Let me be judged by what I never was.
For what I did, I did when I was mad;
And what I was, was just a passing phase.
Forgive me, dearest friend and faithful lover,
For being so woefully inadequate.
Forgive me, now the bad dream’s almost over—
I am the Black Flower of chance and fate.
The wise keep silence and their secrets go
To the grave with them. What cannot be said
Is best left unsaid. We can never know
The things known only to the noble dead.
Know this: a raindrop in the ocean blown
Is to the Unknown all that is now known.