When I Peruse the Conquerd Fame by Walt Whitman Lyrics

When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories of
        mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house,
But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,
How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long
        and long,
Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how
        affectionate and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive—I hastily walk away fill'd with the bitterest envy.