I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, br With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all br Who paused a little near the prison-wall br To hear my music in its louder parts br Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's br Or temple's occupation, beyond call. br But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall br When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's br Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot br To hearken what I said between my tears, . . .