January 2010
On Fame
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy, And dotes the more upon a heart at ease; She is a Gypsy,—will not speak to those Who have not learnt to be content without her; A Jilt, whose ear was never whispered close, Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her; A very Gypsy is she, Nilus-born,...
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