There Is A Haunting Phantom Called Regret, A Shadowy Creature Robed Somewhat Like Woe, But Fairer In The Face, Whom All Men Know By Her Sad Mien And Eyes Forever Wet. No Heart Would Seek Her; But Once Having Met, All Take Her By The Hand, And To And Fro They Wander Through Those Paths Of Long Ago - Those Hallowed Ways 'Twere Wiser To Forget. One Day She Led Me To That Lost Land'S Gate And Bade Me Enter; But I Answered "No! I Will Pass On With My Bold Comrade, Fate; I Have No Tears To Waste On Thee - No Time; My Strength I Hoard For Heights I Hope To Climb: No Friend Art Thou For Souls That Would Be Great."