When in distaste with tributes of human design,
I all alone celebrate my singular state,
And find strength no other can assign,
Look upon myself, and determine my fate,
Acquiring resolve through self-directed hope,
Featur'd like a calling, like a charge to be possess'd,
Desiring my inborn art to find a larger scope,
With what I most enjoy, leaving the least:
Yet in these thoughts all men despising,
Sadly I think on me,—and then their state
(Like to the drunkard at break of day arising
With a clear mind) mocks me at glory’s gate;
For pride only comes from the accolades they bring,
Causing me to scorn this slight song of self I sing.
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