A man of sinews
Tall and wise
He walked
Trembled
The Earth underneath
Smiled Earth and Heavens
As in his cave
Slept and rested
He in the white mornings
Rose the night
To work, to think, to do
In the star’s light
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TO WORK, TO THINK, TO DO IN THE STAR'S LIGHT - This character strikes me as the traditional hermit who absents himself from felicity (as Hamlet put it) so that he can better access his inner nature and achieve an understanding of what it is to be human. What a sacrifice such a man or a woman makes to live such a life of sinews and nerves, fortified by a faith many people have abandoned! I jhave the highest respect for the character you sketch in this poem. You make me a believer in his cause, if not his god.