Any such fame as I might seek
Has been established early,
Yet all that coveted mystique
I would forgo, not dearly—
If I might but obtain, and have
In secret, by your favor
The consummation that I crave,
My body formed to savor.
Let you and I dissolve into
Obscurity’s embrace,
If I might have the chance to view
And kiss your smiling face—
Then if no remnant and no trace
Remains, to tell of me,
Still I have lived a life of grace
Sans immortality.
Haha, you would not deign to stoop
Your favor an iota,
So what’s to me if I recoup
Proportionate fame’s quota?