“HAD I A CLAIM TO FAME?”

Had I a claim to fame? Little to honor; Save when I spoke her name, Gazing upon her.

Then was I crowned of men, More than my seeming. Youth's glorious hope again Bannered my dreaming.

So, when our day is past; When we lie stilly Under the earth at last, Clod by white lily.

Give me neither tear nor sigh; Breath but this in passing by, Where empearled with morning dew The high grass above her

Waves, and above me too,— “He was her lover!”