Yet stay: my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Protesteth his devotion is my price That henceforth she will read or these or none. Suppose I write what harms not, though And first: the man's own firm conviction he steal? rests He listened not, except I spoke to him, But folded his two hands and let them talk, Watching the flies that buzzed: and yet no fool. And that's a sample how his years must 140 We both would unadvisedly recite 170 Able to bid the sun throb wide and burst Increased beyond the fleshly faculty, Heaven opened to a soul while yet on earth, Earth forced on a soul's use while seeing Stretch your blind hands and trifle with a heaven: match ye Over a mine of Greek fire, did ye know! 175 Admonishes: then back he sinks at once 195 Indeed, the especial marking of the man Is prone submission to the heavenly will, Seeing it, what it is, and why it is. 'Sayeth, he will wait patient to the last 205 For that same death which must restore |