Salve!

To live within a cave — it is most good.
But, if God make a day,
And some one come, and say: —
" Lo! I have gathered faggots in the wood! "
E'en let him stay,
And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood!

So sit till morning! When the light is grown
That he the path can read,
Then bid the man God-speed!
His morning is not thine; yet must thou own
They have a cheerful warmth — those ashes on the stone.