UNENCOURAGED ASPIRATION

Is mine 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, mid the dust and wreck of some old town, The City of Dreams, I grope and fall alone.