 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
FAME
Fame is an honest thing,It is deceivèd not;
It passes by the palace gates
Where the crowned usurper waits,
Enters the peasant-poet's cot
And cries: “Thou art the king!”
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |
It is deceivèd not;
It passes by the palace gates
Where the crowned usurper waits,
Enters the peasant-poet's cot
And cries: “Thou art the king!”