• 1You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,
  • 2of those sighs on which I fed my heart,
  • 3in my first vagrant youthfulness,
  • 4when I was partly other than I am,
  • 5I hope to find pity, and forgiveness,
  • 6for all the modes in which I talk and weep,
  • 7between vain hope and vain sadness,
  • 8in those who understand love through its trials.
  • 9Yet I see clearly now I have become
  • 10an old tale amongst all these people, so that
  • 11it often makes me ashamed of myself;
  • 12and shame is the fruit of my vanities,
  • 13and remorse, and the clearest knowledge
  • 14of how the world's delight is a brief dream.

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