Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Demos I

All you that are enamored of my name
  And least intent on what most I require,
  Beware; for my design and your desire,
Deplorably, are not as yet the same.
Beware, I say, the failure and the shame
  Of losing that for which you now aspire
  So blindly, and of hazarding entire
The gift that I was bringing when I came.

Give as I will, I cannot give you sight
  Whereby to see that with you there are some
  To lead you, and be led. But they are dumb
Before the wrangling and the shrill delight
  Of your deliverance that has not come,
And shall not, if I fail you — as I might.

1. Old King Cole
2. Bewick Finzer
3. Llewellyn and the Tree
4. London Bridge
5. The Unforgiven

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