Pride + 

They come and go, they pass before my soul, + 

Desire and Love, weak Anguish and Distress, + 

Shame and Despair: in phantom crowds they press, + 

Life’s poor processional, Time’s lowly dole. + 

Mournful their voices as slow bells that toll, + 

Voices of them that curse and do not bless; + 

Ineffable things wrapp’d round with loathsomeness, + 

The deeds that I have done in Fate’s control. + 

They leer and moan, they shriek and threat and lower, + 

Ignoble faces that the sky do mar; + 

My changeless soul from her high pride of power + 

Looks down unmov’d. + 

So the calm evening star + 

Upon the wallowing peaceless sea looks down, + 

Set far aloft within the heaven’s crown. + 