Unencouraged Aspiration

Mine is the part of no companion hand Of help, except my shadow’s silent self: A moonlight traveller in Fancy’s land Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf:

Whose forests deepen and whose moon goes down, When night’s blind shadow shall usurp my own; And, ’midst the dust and wreck of some old town, The City of Dreams, I grope and fall alone.