Poems (Kimball)/Two Men
TWO MEN.
I.
LOSSES on losses, fast they came;Men said: "There's left him but his name;But that is free from blot or blame."
Despairing, bowed with care and dread, As if he heard, he raised his head; "Thank God, I have my name!" he said.
II.
A palace; gilded ease and glare; Loud jests and laughter; banquets rare; Dark hints of foul beneath the fair.
At daybreak, on a sleepless bed, He moaned and turned his fevered head; "I've all things but a name!" he said.