I thought, "How terrible, if I were seen Just as in will and deed I have always been! And if this were the fate that I must face At the last day, and all else were God's grace, How must I shrink and cower before them there, Stripped naked to the soul and beggared bare Of every rag of seeming!" Then, "Why, no," I thought, "why should I, if the rest are so?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG FOR ALL SEAS, ALL SHIPS by WALT WHITMAN THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE AMERICAN FIREMAN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER PEACE PICTURES by ELIZABETH I. BARNES SPRING SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |