Amidst Applauding Cheers I Won A Prize. A Cynic Watched Me, With Ironic Eyes; An Open Foe, In Open Hatred, Sneered; I Cared For Neither. Then My Friend Appeared. Eager, I Listened For His Glad 'Well Done.' But Sudden Shadow Seemed To Shroud My Sun. He Praised Me: Yet Each Slow, Unwilling Word Forced From Its Sheath Base Envy'S Hidden Sword, Two-Edged, It Wounded Me; But, Worst Of All, It Thrust My Friend Down From His Pedestal, And Showed Him As He Was - So Small, So Small.