He whom ye seek?

Ye stare and stop — better your wrath could speak!

I am not I? Hand, gait, face, changed?

And what

I am, to you my friends, now am I not?

5. Am I an other? Strange am I to Me?

Yet from Me sprung?

A wrestler, by himself too oft self-wrung?

Hindering too oft my own self’s potency,

Wounded and hampered by self-victory?