One sat within a hung and lighted room—
A little shape, with face between his wings,
And in the light made of all golden things
He seemed a warm and living rose abloom;
And one without sobbed in the night and gloom,
And all about him was a pilgrim’s weed,
His little hands and cold he held for meed
Of his long waiting, sad as by a tomb:...
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From the Latin by Charles Abraham Elton
YES,—I am poor, Callistratus! I own;
And so was ever; yet not quite unknown,
Graced with a knight’s degree; nor this alone:
But through the world my verse is often sung;
And “That is he!” sounds buzzed from every tongue;
And what to few, when dust, the Fates assign,
In bloom and freshness of my days... -
Your Riches — taught me — Poverty.
Myself — a Millionaire
In little Wealths, as Girls could boast
Till broad as Buenos Ayre —
You drifted your Dominions —
A Different Peru —
And I esteemed All Poverty
For Life's Estate with you —
Of Mines, I little know — myself —...