Two Sides of the Medal

into the world, I will make me a name, I will fight for truth, I will fight for fame,
 * I will win pure love, and when I die
 * The world shall praise me, worthily."

He entered the world&mdash;he fought for fame; They twined him the thorny wreath of shame.
 * I met him once more full suddenly;
 * His face was seamed with misery.

"Have you fought for truth? have you worked in vain? Have you gained pure love without a stain?
 * Is your name yet great? Will it ever be?
 * Are you praised of all men, worthily?"

He did not answer&mdash;he did not speak, But waited awhile with a reddened cheek,
 * Then, trembling, faltering, and looking down&mdash;
 * Good heavens, he asked me for half a crown!