I.
He dwelt alone, and sun and moon
        Were witness that he made
Rejection of his humanness
        Until they seemed to fade;
His face did so, for he did grow
        Of his own soul afraid.

II.
The self-poised God may dwell alone
        With inward glorying,
But God's chief angel waiteth for
        A brother's voice, to sing;
And a lonely creature of sinful nature
        It is an awful thing.

III.
An awful thing that feared itself;
        While many years did roll,
A lonely man, a feeble man,
        A part beneath the whole,
He bore by day, he bore by night
That pressure of God's infinite
        Upon his finite soul.

IV.
The poet at his lattice sate,
        And downward lookèd he.
Three Christians wended by to prayers,
        With mute ones in their ee;
Each turned above a face of love
        And called him to the far chapèlle
With voice more tuneful than its bell:
        But still they wended three.

V.
There journeyed by a bridal pomp,
        A bridegroom and his dame;
He speaketh low for happiness,
        She blusheth red for shame:
But never a tone of benison
        From out the lattice came.

VI.
A little child with inward song,
        No louder noise to dare,
Stood near the wall to see at play
        The lizards green and rare—
Unblessed the while for his childish smile
        Which cometh unaware.