And call to us gently, "O chimney-sweeps of Cheltenham,
I am looking for my children. Awake, and come away."
[TO A SUCCESSFUL MAN]
(What the Ghosts Said)
AND after all the labour and the pains,
After the heaping up of gold on gold,
After success that locked your feet in chains,
And left you with a heart so tired and old,
Strange—is it not?—to find your chief desire