Because I oft, in dark, abstracted guise, Seem most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite awry, To them that would make speech of speech arise, They deem, and of that doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise. Yet pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his unflatt'ring glass; But one worse fault, ambition, I confess, That makes me oft my best friends overpass, Unseen, unheard, while thought to highest place Bends all his powers, even unto Stella's grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUNFLOWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WHEN ON THE MARGE OF EVENING by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |