XII
Songs For Myself. Debtor
 

So long as my spirit still
  Is glad of breath
And lifts its plumes of pride
  In the dark face of death;
While I am curious still
  Of love and fame,
Keeping my heart too high
  For the years to tame,
How can I quarrel with fate
  Since I can see
I am a debtor to life,
  Not life to me?