A secret between you two,
And how what her dreaming gave
Yet she, singing upon her road,
That her own strangeness perplexed;
Whats not for their applause,
So did she your strength renew,
O HEART, be at peace,because
From self-same dolt and knave;
Nor knave nor dolt can break
The labyrinth of her days
Aye, and worse wrong than these.
What, still you would have their praise!
Half lion, half child, is at peace.
A dream that a lion had dreamed
Against Unworthy Praise
Till the wilderness cried aloud,
But heres a haughtier text,
Enough if the work has seemed,
Between the proud and the proud.
Being for a womans sake.
Earned slander, ingratitude,
