I saw the fishing boats go out
While darkness still enclosed the pier;
I have been up since three o’clock,
And wandered, silently, out here

But others rise as early with
A purpose, one that I know not:
And labor, maybe envying
The life, the ease, that I have got

But it is dangerous to draw
Conclusions from my ignorance:
I’ll never know these lives at all
To say I do would be
Pretense