The roads fork here and I must choose my way.
One leads, they say, to fortune, one to fame
And still another is the way to love;
Would I could turn and go the way I came.
Could I but take the first and then return
And use my gain to get me fame and love, I would;
But I cannot, for once in that swift stream
I fear I would not turn e'en though I could.
Turn in the next. What profit would there be
With name embazoned on the halls of fame
To wander hungry through this earthly life?
Wealth and fame end with death. They are the same.
There is but one road left; it is to love.
But love and want cannot go hand in hand.
Love in a cottage though a pretty thought,
Is nothing but a myth; and here I stand.