Fear not, dear Andrea, but freely live your days


Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,


A lesser life, that what is his of sky


Gladly would give for you, and what of praise.


Step, without trouble, down the sunlit ways.


I that have touched your raiment, am made whole


From all the selfish cankers of man's soul,


And I would see you happy, dear, or die.


Therefore be brave, and therefore, dear, be free;


Try all things resolutely, till the best,


Out of all lesser betters, you shall find;


And I, who have learned greatness from you, I,


Your lover, with a still, contented mind,


See you well anchored in some port of rest.