Adoring and revering till

It sinks behind some rugged scar.

I fear I do not love; I hold

The fairer sex too high, I fear;

And bowed with awe and humbleness,

Instead of loving I revere.

Among the noisy human crowd,

I stand as stands the silent stone;

And like it, too, I dumbly pray

To whom I love, and inly moan.