Let it be as you say, that I am one On whom no seal is set, no accolade; A pawn of fate, advantaged and dismayed, And routed ere the race is well begun! Let it be that I cannot, in the sun, Maintain my place, but am like others swayed By the world's gods in glittering parade, Bending the knee to each new eidolon! Yet need I count me nowise poor in this Reproof of yours, so long as I can still, Out of great lack and greater grieving, fill My eyes with beauty where no beauty is: Achieving in the city's roar a hill Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |