AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me!(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)You degradations—you tussle with passions and appe- tites;You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds, the sharpest of all;)You toil of painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses;You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of any;)You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smoth- er'd ennuis;Ah, think not you finally triumph—My real self has yet to come forth;It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies be- neath me;It shall yet stand up the soldier of unquestion'd victory.