Direktlänk till inlägg 12 december 2013
If my inheritance of storms have been
In other elements, and on the rocks
Of perils, overlooked or unforeseen,
have sustained my share of worldly shocks.
The fault was mine; nor do I seek to screen
My errors with defensive paradox;
I have been cunning in my overthrow,
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Mine were my faults, and mine be their reward.
My whole life was a contest, since the day
That give me being, gave me that which marred
The gift, - a fate, or will, that walked astray:
and I at times have found the struggle hard,
And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay;
But now I fain would for a time survive,
If but to see what next can well arrive.
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