Ballads and Other Poems / Fourth Edition, Revised

by George Lansing Raymond

But I, who had my own design

For destiny that should be mine,

I bade the gentle guardian down,

And strove to think about renown.

She left; and I who wander, fear

There comes no more to see or hear;

Those walls that ward my paradise

Are very high, nor open twice.

And I, who had my own design

For destiny that should be mine,