Singers can string in shining song;
Jewels, as perfect song-notes rare,
Are mine own to waste or wear.
Not less hath this right hand power
Whereof such shows are but the flower,—
Power deep-rooted in the earth
That shakes to royal wrath or mirth.
Yet, on many a deep-blue night,
Clad and shod in coarsest wise,
All my splendors must I slight