Fame
Fame is an echo Far off, remote — But love is a sweetness You taste in the throat, Friendship a comfort When twilight falls. But fame is an echo Through empty halls.
Alice Corbin Henderson
Fame is an echo Far off, remote — But love is a sweetness You taste in the throat, Friendship a comfort When twilight falls. But fame is an echo Through empty halls.
Alice Corbin Henderson’s short lyric quietly compares fame to the things that actually warm a life. The speaker isn’t bitter or grandiose—just clear. Fame, she says, is “an echo / Far off, remote,” a sound that rattles “through empty halls.” There’s no body to it, no nearness.
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