And somewhere statues may be built
Of me, in bronze, perhaps in gilt,
And sages full of quips and quirks
Will wonder if I wrote my works.
So why should I repine to-day
Because my brow wears not the bay?
SATISFACTION
ON READING “NOT ONE DISSATISFIED,” BY WALT WHITMAN
God spare the day when I am satisfied!
Enough is truly likened to a feast that leaves man satiate.
The sluggishness of fulness comes apace; the dulness of a mind that knows all things.