Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness; You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs. And sweeter to my heart than all world glory.
Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance. Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot . And not to be trapped by withering laurels. And in you I have found aloneness and the joy of being shunned and scorned