And a new splendour, running through the world,
Drummed at the postern of his senses, hurled
Him forth, this warrior proud and taciturn,
Footsore upon a pilgrimage to learn
Humility.... These beggars, in whose wake
He toiled, ne'er paused for him to overtake
Their echoes. When at dusk he joined their ring
None rose or bowed. All watched him. Could he sing?
And he could not, for never had he thrown
His days away on verse! He sat alone,