Forebearance

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;

Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;

At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse;

Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust;

And loved so well a high behavior

In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,

Nobility more nobly to repay?—

O be my friend, and teach me to be thine!