Beauty, who softly walkest all thy days
In silken garments to the tunes of praise; --
Lover, whose dreamings by the green-banked river,
Where once she wandered, fain would last for ever; --
King, whom the nations scan, adoring scan,
And shout "a god", when sin hath marked thee man; --
Bard, on whose brow the Hyblan dew remains,
Albeit the fever burneth in the veins; --
Hero, whose sword in tyrant's blood is hot; --
Sceptic, who doubting, wouldst be doubted not; --
Man, whosoe'er thou art, whate'er thy trust; --
Respect thyself in me; -- thou treadest dust.