Glory

Ever since I can remember I have thirsted after glory.
And my earliest desire was to have a place in story.
When my mates were only eager for their sport or game or pastime,
I was thinking, thinking, thinking of a name that should outlast time.

Love distracted me and learning lured my wayward steps a moment,
Hope to find what life's mad forces tossing blindly to and fro meant.
I, like Obermann, have known high virtue's fierce enthusiasm,
And, like him, have found a month enough to wear away its spasm.

But through ecstasy of lovers and through lofty dream of learning
And through virtue's ashes still I saw ambition burning, burning.
Snow of years, rebuffs, quips, mocks, but fed the flame like precious ointment
What a pity after all I should be doomed to disappointment!
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