Farewell to a Lovely Lady

You were a year or my life
And a thousand years of my dreams,
You were the ultimate goal
And final achievement,
But, alas, were not my destiny.

As a lovely painting rises in the mind
Of one who has no art to paint,
And fades,
And never canvas knows,
So, unfulfilled, there dies a dream.
That dream was you.

Vae Victis! To the victor spoils!
A dream is dead
And only ashes live.
A dream is dead;
Aye—and a heart.

—C.A.M.

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"Priests are not men of the world; it is not intend that they should be; and a University training is the one best adapted to prevent their becoming so."

—Samuel Butler.