I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such

But Whatever My Failure, I Have This Thing To Remember - That I Was A Pioneer In My Profession, Just As My Grandfathers Were In Theirs, In That I Was The First Man In This Section To Earn His Living As A Writer.

There Comes, Even To Kings, The Time Of Great Weariness. Then The Gold Of The Throne Is Brass, The Silk Of The Palace Becomes Drab. The Gems In The Diadem And Upon The Fingers Of The Women Sparkle Drearily Like The Ice Of White Seas; The Speech Of Men Is As The Empty Rattle Of A Jester's Bell And The Feel Comes Of Things Unreal; Even The Sun Is Copper In The Sky And The Breath Of The Green Ocean Is No Longer Fresh.

Barbarism Is The Natural State Of Mankind.

The More I See Of What You Call Civilization, The More Highly I Think Of What You Call Savagery!

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.