Dear architect of fine Chateaux in air, <br />Worthier to stand for ever, if they could, <br />Than any built of stone, or yet of wood, <br />For back of royal elephant to bear; <br />Oh for permission from the skies to share, <br />Much to my own, though little to thy good, <br />With thee, (not subject to the jealous mood!) <br />A partnership of literary ware! <br />But I am bankrupt now; and doomed henceforth <br />To drudge, in descant dry, on others' lays; <br />Bards, I acknowledge, of unequalled worth, <br />But what is commentator's happiest praise? <br />That he has furnished lights for other eyes, <br />Which they who need them use, and then despise.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-william-hayley-esq-june-29-1793/
