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Edwin Arlington Robinson - Demos
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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.  
  

II

So little have you seen of what awaits
  Your fevered glimpse of a democracy  
  Confused and foiled with an equality  
Not equal to the envy it creates,  
That you see not how near you are the gates  
  Of an old king who listens fearfully
  To you that are outside and are to be  
The noisy lords of imminent estates.  
  
Rather be then your prayer that you shall have  
  Your kingdom undishonored. Having all,  
  See not the great among you for the small,
But hear their silence; for the few shall save  
  The many, or the many are to fall—  
Still to be wrangling in a noisy grave.
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