VI.

'T is true, you don't--but, pale and struck with terror, Retire: but look into your past impression! And you will find, though shuddering at the mirror Of your own thoughts, in all their self-confession, The lurking bias,[705] be it truth or error, To the _unknown_; a secret prepossession, To plunge with all your fears--but where? You know not, And that's the reason why you do--or do not.