Edwin Arlington Robinson - Demos I lyrics

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.