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- AGAINST UNWORTHY PRAISE
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- O HEART, be at peace, because
- Nor knave nor dolt can break
- What's not for their applause,
- Being for a woman's sake.
- Enough if the work has seemed,
- So did she your strength renew,
- A dream that a lion had dreamed
- Till the wilderness cried aloud,
- A secret between you two,
- Between the proud and the proud.
- What, still you would have their praise!
- But here's a haughtier text,
- The labyrinth of her days
- That her own strangeness perplexed;
- And how what her dreaming gave
- Earned slander, ingratitude,
- From self-same dolt and knave;
- Aye, and worse wrong than these.
- Yet she, singing upon her road,
- Half lion, half child, is at peace.
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