Simon is wise in days without tears,
Though arms never rest and work cannot sleep,—
Wise in the patience that never shall weep;
And toil looms yet in the coming years:
Ceaseless and hungry is human desire,
And Simon must feed the quenchless fire.
III
Simon the digger delves in the earth,
Preparing a pillow for weary head,
For tired limbs and heart a bed,—