Forebearance

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun; Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk; At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse; Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust; And loved so well a high behavior In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay?— O be my friend, and teach me to be thine!