ir, you shall notice me: I am the Man; <br />I am Good Fortune: I am satisfied. <br />All I desired, more than I could desire, <br />I have: everything has gone right with me. <br />Life was a hiding-place that played me false; <br />I croucht ashamed, and still was seen and scorned: <br />But now I am not seen. I was a fool, <br />And now I know what wisdom dare not know: <br />For I know Nothing. I was a slave, and now <br />I have ungoverned freedom and the wealth <br />That cannot be conceived: for I have Nothing. <br />I lookt for beauty and I longed for rest, <br />And now I have perfection: nay, I am <br />perfection: I am nothing, I am dead.<br /><br />Lascelles Abercrombie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-61/
