Lost by G.K. Chesterton — Read

So you have gained the golden crowns, so you have piled together / The laurels and the jewels, the pearls out of the blue, / But I will beat the bounding drum and I will fly the feather / For all the glory I have lost, the good I never knew.

I saw the light of morning pale on princely human faces, / In tales irrevocably gone, in final night enfurled, / I saw the tail of flying fights, a glimpse of burning blisses, / And laughed to think what I had lost -- the wealth of all the world.