I am still on my poetry bent:
I followed happiness to make her mine,
Past towering oak and swinging ivy vine.
She fled, I chased, over slanting hill and dale,
Pursuing rapidly over dashing stream.
I scaled the dizzy cliffs where eagles scream;
I traversed swiftly every land and mountain.
But always happiness eluded me.
Exhausted, fainting, I pursued no more,
But sank to [...]
