Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! br Unlike our uses and our destinies. br Our ministering two angels look surprise br On one another, as they strike athwart br Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art br A guest for queens to social pageantries, br With gages from a hundred brighter eyes br Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part br Of chief musician. What hast thou to do br With looking from the lattice-lights at me, br A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through br The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree? br The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew-- br And Death must dig the level where these agree.