I am bewildered still and teased by elves That cloud about me even through city streets. One sings a stave and one a dream repeats, One, crueler, in some old resentment delves. I am aware they are my other selves, Yet to what dazzling vision each entreats, Casting a glamour over shams and cheats, Ennobling can't buzzing by tens and twelves! So then my smiling grieves the passerby. I strut in all vocations not my own, Wearing the centuries like a baldric slung; Whilst shabby I gawk at this splendid I. Chronos and Momus through my lipe intone, Archangels, heroes, -- rascals yet unhung! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE by ALFRED TENNYSON JENNY WI' THE AIRN TEETH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE by JOHANNES ROBERT BECHER THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND SUBSTITUTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |