A Reply

Four people knew the very me, Four is enough, so let it be; For the rest I make no chart, There are no highroads to my heart; The gates are locked, they will not stir For any ardent traveller. I have not been misunderstood, And on the whole, I think life good-- So waste no sympathy on me Or any well-meant gallantry; I have enough to do to muse On memories I would not lose.