ESCAPE
(Clifton Hill.)
I thought of fame—and how I have no fame:
Of Fortune—and how she forgets my name:
Friends—I have none....
Concluding thus with sighs,
I open’d my closed eyes,
And laugh’d! For lo, so laugh’d the splendid Sea,
So brave, so blue: and o’er the Sea, the rare
White Peak arose so pure to such pure air:—
That I forgot the I and Mine and Me,
In a glory of passionate joy, that such as these could be!