Yes, Here I Lie Close To A Stunted Rose Bush In A Forgotten Place Near The Fence Where The Thickets From Siever'S Woods Have 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 Perhaps By The Mirage Of Distance. You Have Succeeded, I Have Failed In 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 Friends In The Brilliant World Where You Move, I Am Really The Unconquerable Power Over Your Life That Robs It Of Complete Triumph.