Deep in his nature longings after light
Which cannot follow in Maria’s steps.
And when the radiance which is born of them
Doth fully light Johannes’ artist-soul
It must bear fruit; nor will he be content
To cast this fruit away in yonder realm
Where love divorced from beauty reigns alone.
His self will no more seem of worth to him
Which fain would cast his best gifts to the shades
Because it sets by knowledge too much store.