Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?
Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter,
And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after!
Nay this I sell not, — though ye bought me and sold me, —
For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter.
— Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!

Love is Enough (1872) - Song IV: Draw Near and Behold Me