I laid beside thy gate, am Lazarus;
  See me or see me not I still am there,
  Hungry and thirsty, sore and sick and bare,
Dog-comforted and crumbs-solicitous:
While thou in all thy ways art sumptuous,
  Daintily clothed, with dainties for thy fare:
  Thus a world's wonder thou art quit of care,
And be I seen or not seen I am thus.
One day a worm for thee, a worm for me:
  With my worm angel songs and trumpet burst
    And plenitude an end of all desire:
But what for thee, alas! but what for thee?
  Fire and an unextinguishable thirst,
    Thirst in an unextinguishable fire.