“In gentle heart Love for like reason is For which the lamp’s high flame is fanned and bowed: Clear, piercing bright, it shines for its own bliss; Nor would it burn there else, it is so proud. For evil natures meet With Love as it were water met with fire, As cold abhorring heat. Through gentle heart Love doth a track divine⁠— Like knowing like; the same As diamond runs through iron in the mine.

“The sun strikes full upon the mud all day; It remains vile, nor the sun’s worth is less. ‘By race I am gentle,’ the proud man doth say: He is the mud, the sun is gentleness. Let no man predicate That aught the name of gentleness should have, Even in a king’s estate, Except the heart there be a gentle man’s. The star-beam lights the wave⁠— Heaven holds the star and the star’s radiance.