In vain I strove to make your nature whole.
I did not know the market that had bought you
With all your heart, with all your soul.
If man had one pure impulse you would smudge it.
You had one gift, my pity, which you stole.
Now I will only tell you that I grudge it
With all my heart, with all my soul."
"Of whom this song, Brave Fellow?
The stars in heaven's black soil
Fold up their petalled yellow