“Heed not the human sneer, the world lives on
Long after those who jeer are dead and gone.
And the ripe products of the fertile brain,
Will live and reproduce fair fruit again.
Thus thou shalt sow, though other hands will reap,
Perchance long after thou hast sunk to sleep.
But, fear not. Thought is Life. It cannot die,
And men will honour what they now deny.”
(“The Coming of Alastor,” in The Songs of a Child.)