When I had brought my wonders and my pains

So newly found, one after one, to you,

Making a proud announcement of my gains,

I bade you note each marvel, see how true

Each truth, how gleaming each bright face,

How sharp each edge and line - and took it ill

That you accorded me such scanty grace,

Remaining cool, while I was fevered. still.

But now, wise friend of twice my years and. pain,

At last with your old. eyes that saw return

Your questions and their answers once again

In me, I see myself, and. know I burn,

Not with new fires, but flames you thought had slain

Yourself, as I think now. Friend., I will learn.