What here is whispered? only follow thou
After my steps, and let the crowd talk on:
Stand like a tower, firm-based, that will not bow
Its head to breath of winds that soon are gone.
The man o'er whose thought second thought hath sway,
Wide of his mark, is ever sure to miss,
Because one force the other wears away.”
What could I answer but—“I come”—to this?
I said it something sprinkled with the hue
Which, in less faults, excuseth one from blame;