And knocked. Ah, well then for his after-fate
That one of nature’s masters opened the gate,
Where like an April shower
Live influence quickened all his earth-blind seed to power.
Strangely his sense of truth grew passionate,
And like a young bull, led in yoke to drink,
He bowed to think.
There also bowed their heads with him to quaff—
The snorting herd! And many a wholesome grip
He had of rivalry and fellowship.