O HEART, be at peace, because <br />Nor knave nor dolt can break <br />What's not for their applause, <br />Being for a woman's sake. <br />Enough if the work has seemed, <br />So did she your strength renew, <br />A dream that a lion had dreamed <br />Till the wilderness cried aloud, <br />A secret between you two, <br />Between the proud and the proud. <br />What, still you would have their praise! <br />But here's a haughtier text, <br />The labyrinth of her days <br />That her own strangeness perplexed; <br />And how what her dreaming gave <br />Earned slander, ingratitude, <br />From self-same dolt and knave; <br />Aye, and worse wrong than these. <br />Yet she, singing upon her road, <br />Half lion, half child, is at peace.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-unworthy-praise/
