I am neither infant nor happy grandfatherNor parent, nor loverOf anyone, of anyone.I am, as every man is, Majesty,The North Pole, the Secret, the Stranger,The will-o'-the-wisp in the distance, the will-o'-the-wisp in the distance.But alas! I cannot remain this way.I should like to show myself to the world,So that someone sees me, so that someone sees me.This is why I sing and I torment myself.I