XXXIX

'I am a shadow now, alas! alas!

      Upon the skirts of human nature dwelling

Alone: I chant alone the holy mass,

      While little sounds of life are round me knelling,

And glossy bees at noon do fieldward pass,

      And many a chapel bell the hour is telling,

Paining me through: those sounds grow strange to me,

And thou art distant in Humanity.