FAME is a wanton breeze
That never constant stays;
It flatters the tall trees,
And with a kiss betrays.
Joy is a bubble blown,
Painted with colours rare;
Grasp it, the hues have flown
Into the empty air.
Love is a fragrant flower
To-day, and dead to-morrow;
Leaving after an hour
A legacy of sorrow.
Love is not worth a sigh,
And I have done with fame;
Dig for me where I lie
A grave without a name.
(Maurice Baring)
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