And children swarmed and gambolled by.
Quoth he: “Among so many, where
May modesty find room to lie?”
Sir Self went saddened on his road
Toward the dimly spangled town;
A girl upon a heavy load
Beside the path had sat her down:
“Will no one help you on your way?”
“I want no help,” the girl replied,
“I bear this burden day by day.”