When I Peruse The Conquer'd Fame

A poem by Walt Whitman

When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house;
But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,
How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,
Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive, I hastily walk away, fill'd with the bitterest envy.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'When I Peruse The Conquer'd Fame' by Walt Whitman

comments powered by Disqus