I would have poured the fulness of these thoughts,
Which burn within, upon the breath of song—
Have left my name upon the lips of men
As one whose foot had trod within the realm
Of mind afar, that when upon the breath
Of fame it floated past, thou might'st have said,
"She was mine own, most worthy of my love."
It was in vain—I die, all unfulfilled
The promise of my youth, leaving my name
But in thy heart.