Ego Toy

He’s just an ego boy
And I his ego toy.

Melancholy II

As I sing of melancholy
No longer sad in its tone,
I lend my ears to what surrounds
Ah! Sweet silence, sweet recluse!
Surely the gift of peace at hand
I sing the epoch of my own self
I sing the era of my own being
Atlas! I am myself – happy and content
Beneath this wholesome void
Lies the tranquil solitude I seek,
And there I sit and sing
A sweet melancholy song.