The poem
I PITIED one whose tattered dress Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; He smiled on me; I could not guess The viewless spirit’s wide domain.
He said, “The royal robe I wear Trails all along the fields of light: Its silent blue and silver bear For gems the starry dust of night.
“The breath of Joy unceasingly Waves to and fro its folds starlit, And far beyond earth’s misery I live and breathe the joy of it.”