Smiles for him, yes, and tears—but most of all
Envy, for that he set his soul to win
Virtue and love and valor, and their call
Upbore him ever above sleight and sin.

His Dulcinea was of common earth?
And Sancho Panza scarce a trusty squire?
Not so: mistimed our pity and our mirth;
They live for ever, in his soul's desire.

Shiningly sure the Spanish Don was right,
Who saw the world through eyes with faith agleam;
This melancholy, madcap, errant knight,
Who wrought so beautifully—in his dream!