I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I

Philologists, Who Chase A Painting Syllable Through Time And Space Start It At Home, And Hunt It In The Dark, To Gaul, To Greece, And Into Noah's Ark.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance In Another's Case.

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.

The Bird That Flutters Least Is Longest On The Wing.