I Do Not Cry, Beloved, Neither Curse. Silence And Strength, These Two At Least Are Good. He Gave Me Sun And Stars And Ought He Could, But Not A Woman'S Love; For That Is Hers. He Sealed Her Heart From Sage And Questioner-- Yea, With Seven Seals, As He Has Sealed The Grave. And If She Give It To A Drunken Slave, The Day Of Judgment Shall Not Challenge Her. Only This Much: If One, Deserving Well, Touching Your Thin Young Hands And Making Suit, Feel Not Himself A Crawling Thing, A Brute, Buried And Bricked In A Forgotten Hell; Prophet And Poet Be He Over Sod, Prince Among Angels In The Highest Place, God Help Me, I Will Smite Him On The Face, Before The Glory Of The Face Of God.