Fame blazed upon me like a comet's glare,
Fame waned and left me like a falling star,
Because I told the evil what they are,
And truth and falsehood never wished to mar.
My life hath been a wreck , and I've gone far
for peace and truth-and hope-,for home and rest.
Like Eden's gates,fate throws a constant bar.
Thoughts may o'ertake the sunset in the west:
-man meets no home within a woman's breast.
Thoughts they are blazoned in the poet's song
As all the comforts which our lives contain,
I read ,and sought such joy my whole life long,
And found the best of poets sung in vain;
But still I read and sighed and sued again,
And lost no purpose where I had the will:
I almost worshipped when my toils grew vain;
finding no antidote my pains to k**,
I sigh a poet and a lover still