YES, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets from Siever's woods Have crept over, growing sparsely. And you, you are a leader in New York, The wife of a noted millionaire, A name in the society columns, Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps By the mirage of distance. You have succeeded, I have failed In the eyes of the world. You are alive, I am dead. Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit; And I know that lying here far from you, Unheard of among your great friends In the brilliant world where you move, I am really the unconquerable power over your life That robs it of complete triumph. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE OF HIS CONVERSION by WILLIAM ALABASTER ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE TO HIS WORSHIPFULL WEL-WILLER, MAISTER EDWARD LEIGH by RICHARD BARNFIELD |