Classic Poem

I watch you on your constant way,
In selfless duty long grown grey;
And to myself I say
That I have lived my life to learn
How lives like your unasking earn
Aureoles that guide, and burn
In heart's remembrance when the proud
Who snared the suffrage of the crowd
Are dumb and dusty browed. . .
For you live onward in my thought
Because you have not sought
Rewards that can be bought.
And so when I remember you
I think of all things rich and true
That I have reaped and wrought.