Build for him, sow for him, and at his call
Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
Resolution and Independence. Stanza 6.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
Following his plough, along the mountain-side.
By our own spirits we are deified;
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness,
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.