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WHEN I go back to earth / And all my joyous body / Puts off the red and white / That once had been so proud, / If men should pass above / With false and feeble pity, / My dust will find a voice / To answer them aloud:
"Be still, I am content, / Take back your poor compassion, / Joy was a flame in me / Too steady to destroy; / Lithe as a bending reed / Loving the storm that sways her -- / I found more joy in sorrow / Than you could find in joy. "