WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of <br /> mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, <br /> Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house; <br /> But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them, <br /> How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long, <br /> Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how <br /> affectionate and faithful they were, <br /> Then I am pensive--I hastily walk away, fill'd with the bitterest <br /> envy.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-peruse-the-conquer-d-fame/
