  I raise a pillar, fine and fair,— The monument of my despair; No fame of conqueror or king E’er won a nobler offering:— Behold, where strength and beauty meet To celebrate a life’s defeat! From hearts of stone to heart of stone, The soul appeals, as to her own;— The stainless granite, stately, strong, Shall chant my failure’s deathless song; Severe as Truth, this shaft shall shame The poor world’s pitiable blame.
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