Measured myself by those I deemed that I excelled.
And was I happy? no, the unbridled mind
May soar too freely through the fields of air,
In its own liberty a bondage find;
My spirits were not bound by earthly care,
No loss had I to weep, no frowns to bear.
My own enjoyment was my single aim,
I sought it upon earth, nor found it there,
Satiety and disappointment came,—
“Oh, that I were a man to win the meed of fame!”