Who come into this world, and since I see
Myself in swim with such good company,
I take my comfort whatsoe’er befall.
I abide and abide, as if more stout and tall
My spirit would grow by waiting like a tree;
And, clear of others’ toil, it pleaseth me
In dreams their quick ambition to forestall.
And if thro’ careless eagerness I slide
To some accomplishment, I give my voice
Still to desire, and in desire abide.