“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!”