O , be at peace, because

    Nor knave nor dolt can break

    s not for their applause,

    Being for a womans sake.

    Enoughe work has seemed,

    So did srength renew,

    A dream t a lion had dreamed

    till the wilderness cried aloud,

    A secret betwo,

    Bethe proud.

    , still you would heir praise!

    But ier text,

    th of her days

    t rangeness perplexed;

    And  her dreaming gave

    Earned slander, ingratitude,

    From self-same dolt and knave;

    Aye, and hese.

    Yet she, singing upon her road,

    peace.