MY thought sublimes A common deed; In evil times In utmost need, My spirit climbs Where dragons breed. Nor will I trip Even at the hiss On the drawn lip Of the abyss: My footsteps grip The precipice. Applause and blame Let prophets share: My secret aim The deed I dare, My own acclaim Comprise my care. Above the laws, Against the light That overawes The world I fight And win, because I have the might. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 2. DEATH OF ALTHEETOR by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS |