Fades it from his eager sight:
Soon around him
Closes Disappointment's night.
“In the noontide, manhood kneeleth
Low before Ambition's shrine,
Praying: 'Goddess, hear thy vot'ry,
I no altar seek but thine':
Fame's wan fingers
Withered chaplets for him twine.
“But when fall the length'ning shadows,