第27章 TOLERANCE

"It is a foolish thing," said I, "To bear with such, and pass it by;

Yet so I do, I know not why!"

And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved me many sighs.

But now the only happiness In looking back that I possess -

Whose lack would leave me comfortless -

Is to remember I refrained From masteries I might have gained, And for my tolerance was disdained;

For see, a tomb. And if it were I had bent and broke, I should not dare To linger in the shadows there.