第100章 ENVY

He was the first always:Fortune Shone bright in his face.

I fought for years;with no effort He conquered the place:

We ran;my feet were all bleeding,But he won the race.

Spite of his many successes Men loved him the same;My one pale ray of good fortune Met scoffing and blame.

When we erred,they gave him pity,But me--only shame.

My home was still in the shadow,His lay in the sun:

I longed in vain:what he asked for It straightway was done.

Once I staked all my heart's treasure,We played--and he won.

Yes;and just now I have seen him,Cold,smiling,and blest,Laid in his coffin.God help me!

While he is at rest,I am cursed still to live:-even Death loved him the best.