When I go back to earth br And all my joyous body br Puts off the red and white br That once had been so proud, br If men should pass above br With false and feeble pity, br My dust will find a voice br To answer them aloud: br br "Be still, I am content, br Take back your poor compassion -- br Joy was a flame in me br Too steady to destroy. br Lithe as a bending reed br Loving the storm that sways her -- br I found more joy in sorrow br Than you could find in joy.