A Letter To A Friend
The past is like a story I have listened to in dreams That vanished in the glory Of the Morning's early gleams; And - at my shadow glancing - I feel a loss of strength, As the Day of Life advancing Leaves it shorn of half its length. But it's all in vain to worry At the rapid race of Time - And he flies in such a flurry When I trip him with a rhyme, I'll bother him no longer Than to thank you for the thought That "my fame is growing stronger As you really think it ought." And though I fall below it, I might know as much of mirth To live and die a poet Of unacknowledged worth; For Fame is but a vagrant - Though a loyal one and brave, And his laurels ne'er so fragrant As when scattered o'er the grave.
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"The past is like a story..."
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