O , be at peace, because

        Nor knave nor dolt    break

        s not for their applause,

        Being for a womans sake.

        Enoughe work has seemed,

        So did srength renew,

        A dream t a lion had dreamed

        till the wilderness cried aloud,

        A secret betwo,

        Bethe proud.

        , still you would heir praise!

        But ier text,

        th of her days

        t rangeness perplexed;

        And    her dreaming gave

        Earned slander, ingratitude,

        From self-same dolt and knave;

        Aye, and hese.

        Yet she, singing upon her road,

        peace.
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