Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush <br />In a forgotten place near the fence <br />Where the thickets from Siever's woods <br />Have crept over, growing sparsely. <br />And you, you are a leader in New York, <br />The wife of a noted millionaire, <br />A name in the society columns, <br />Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps <br />By the mirage of distance. <br />You have succeeded, I have failed <br />In the eyes of the world. <br />You are alive, I am dead. <br />Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit; <br />And I know that lying here far from you, <br />Unheard of among your great friends <br />In the brilliant world where you move, <br />I am really the unconquerable power over your life <br />That robs it of complete triumph.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amelia-garrick/
