HE turned his face apart, and gave a sigh <br />And a strange whimper—such a pitiful thing <br />As haunts the heart for days. “Yes, Love can bring <br />Unto a pass so low that it seems high: <br />And, when we see a brave and strong man cry <br />With a poor infant's feeble sorrowing, <br />It is a nobler passion than to wing <br />Shafts of small angers and small prides,” thought I. <br />There is a love so deaf that it can hear <br />Not even its own voice which bids it seek <br />A name for its own meanness: it would find <br />The outlet else. But thus it is a sheer <br />Humility—an earnestness so meek <br />That your knees bow and sharp tears make you blind.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/height-in-depth/
