“Peace and wisdom in a book,

Sweet sage! I am in your power.

Touched most deeply by your look,

I will never see your face.

Who remembers how you sinned?

Ashes scattered to the wind.

Like your work, you are complete,

Drawn from nothing by your thought.

Bitterness you knew and doubt.

They have vanished without trace.

These calm pages last them out.

Men are small, their works are great.”