There pass the careless people br That call their souls their own: br Here by the road I loiter, br How idle and alone. br br Ah, past the plunge of plummet, br In seas I cannot sound, br My heart and soul and senses, br World without end, are drowned. br br His folly has not fellow br Beneath the blue of day br That gives to man or woman br His heart and soul away. br br There flowers no balm to sain him br From east of earth to west br That's lost for everlasting br The heart out of his breast. br br Here by the labouring highway br With empty hands I stroll: br Sea-deep, till doomsday morning, br Lie lost my heart and soul.