That's not what I was meaning—and I doubt
If anyone will ever comprehend.
I talk and talk about it, and about:
And yet it seems I never shall speak out
The secret till the end.

I talk and talk; and people pause to hear;
Then, turning to each other, nod and smile,
And touch their foreheads archly: and I fear
If, at the last, I spoke life's secret clear,
'Twould scarcely be worth while.