The Miner

Indomitable energy controlled By Fate to wayward ends and to half use, He should have given his service to the Muse, To most men shy, to him, her humble soldier, Frank-hearted, generous, bold. Yet though his fate be cross, he shall not tire Nor seek another service than his own: For selfless valour and the primal fire Shine out from him, as once from great Ulysses, That king without a throne.