They wandered through the dark places and they kept

The prideful passionate horse tight-reined that would have leapt

The fence dividing star from meaner dust,

To trample down the corn which yields all men a crust.

They hungered as they went the sharp-stoned road,

And only one small lamp above them glowed …

I too have eaten of the holy bread,

A crust they spared for me who no name had said.