With my Renown? How shall I tell it thee?
Speech may not utter it, for words are wrought
Empirical, in the stout smithy of life.
Couldst thou envisage its supremacy
Then were toil done; and the pure spirit’s strife,
Tempering the thew withal, wrought purposeless
And cheap. Considerest thou not Man’s Aim,
The Ages down, to utter Loveliness,
Or to plumb Truth, to measure Equity,
Or Justice poise; affixing phrases so