Wiseacre

Sweet are the stolen waters of heaven,
And the bread that is eaten in secret.
As for the man that absorbeth wisdom,
In his own eyes is he wise.
The fool hath said in his heart,
"Tush! I shall not be ashamed!"
And, when he is reporoved,
He laugheth yet the more.
I have laughed away mine anger in my time,
And have said, "Ho, who is so wise a man as I?"
'At the going down of the sun' I weep
In the silence of my soul, and hate myself.
Having wronged society; and, when done,
I build again my house of 1many—coloured glass.'

—M.L.