You passed Him yesterday;
Jostled aside, unhelped his mute petition,
And calmly went your way.
With warmth and comfort garmented and girdled,
Before your window-sill
Sweep heart-sick crowds; and if your blood is curdled
You wear your jewels still.
You catch aside your robes, lest want should clutch them
In its imploring wild;
Or else some woful penitent might touch them,