Did teach him all their use,
For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,
He found a healing power profuse.
Men granted that his speech was wise,
But, when a glance they caught
Of his slim grace and woman’s eyes,
They laughed, and called him good-for-naught.
Yet after he was dead and gone,
And e’en his memory dim,
Earth seemed more sweet to live upon,