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