"Hers, but she never his?
He reapeth miseries,
Foreknows
His wages woes;

"He lives detached days;
He serveth not for praise;
For gold
He is not sold;

"Deaf is he to world's tongue;
He scorneth for his song
The loud
Shouts of the crowd;

"He asketh not world's eyes;
Not to world's ears he cries;
Saith,--'These
Shut, if ye please;'

"He measureth world's pleasure,
World's ease as Saints might measure;
For hire
Just love entire

"He asks, not grudging pain;
And knows his asking vain,
And cries -
'Love! Love!' and dies;