Amelia GarrickYes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bushIn a forgotten place near the fenceWhere the thickets from Siever’s woodsHave 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 perhapsBy the mirage of distance.You have succeeded, I have failedIn 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 friendsIn the brilliant world where you move,I am really the unconquerable power over your lifeThat robs it of complete triumph.
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bushIn a forgotten place near the fenceWhere the thickets from Siever’s woodsHave 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 perhapsBy the mirage of distance.You have succeeded, I have failedIn 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 friendsIn the brilliant world where you move,I am really the unconquerable power over your lifeThat robs it of complete triumph.