Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.

Some Bold Adventurers Disdain The Limits Of Their Little Reign, And Unknown Regions Date Descry.

Poetry Is Thoughts That Breathe, And Words That Burn.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.