The Answer

When i go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud

Be still, i am content
Take back your poor compassion
Joy is a flame in me
Too steady to destroy
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy