into the world, I will make me a name, I will fight for truth, I will fight for fame, I will win pure love, and when I die The world shall praise me, worthily."
He entered the world—he fought for fame; They twined him the thorny wreath of shame. I met him once more full suddenly; His face was seamed with misery.
"Have you fought for truth? have you worked in vain? Have you gained pure love without a stain? Is your name yet great? Will it ever be? Are you praised of all men, worthily?"
He did not answer—he did not speak, But waited awhile with a reddened cheek, Then, trembling, faltering, and looking down— Good heavens, he asked me for half a crown!