—Great shame came upon me.
I wended my way to my own house
And I was sorrowful all that night,
For the touch of man had bruised my manhood,
And in playing to be wise and a judge before men,
I found me foolish and a criminal before myself.
If that the mountain-measured earth
Had thousand-fold his mighty girth,
One violet would avail the dust
For righteous pride and just.