With timid feet up to the vineyard gate
I walked. "I am so young," I thought, "so new
In this great work. I know so little how
"To plant, or pick the fruit. Perhaps to wait
A while would be the better thing to do;
I have not learned enough to enter now."
With careless feet, on by the vineyard gate
Another traveler passed. "If only few-
Stop here to labor, then the humblest one
