Full many thousand times the same results.
Yet o’er one house—there must the being stay;
For therein dwelt a tired and weary man,
Who pondered on the love of humankind,
And pondered also over human hate.
His contemplations had already graved
Deep furrows on his brow; his hair was white.
And, grieving o’er this man, the being lost
His sun-guide’s leadership, and stayed with him
Within his room e’en when the sun went down.