Edwin Arlington Robinson — Demos I

All you that are enamored of my name        &nbsp And least intent on what most I require,        &nbsp Beware; for my design and your desire, Deplorably, are not as yet the same. Beware, I say, the failure and the shame        &nbsp Of losing that for which you now aspire        &nbsp So blindly, and of hazarding entire The gift that I was bringing when I came. Give as I will, I cannot give you sight        &nbsp Whereby to see that with you there are some        &nbsp To lead you, and be led. But they are dumb Before the wrangling and the shrill delight        &nbsp Of your deliverance that has not come, And shall not, if I fail you — as I might.