Wandering late by morning seas br When my heart with pain was low-- br Hate the censor pelted me-- br Deject I saw my shadow go. br br In elf-caprice of bitter tone br I too would pelt the pelted one: br At my shadow I cast a stone. br br When lo, upon that sun-lit ground br I saw the quivering phantom take br The likeness of St. Stephen crowned: br Then did self-reverence awake.