Lines: “I Stooped from Star-Bright Regions”

I stooped from star-bright regions, where

Thou canst not enter even in prayer;

And thought to light thy heart and hearth

With all the poesy of earth.

Oh, foolish hope! those mystic gleams

To thee were unsubstantial dreams;

The paltry world had made thee blind,

And shut thy heart and dulled thy mind.

I was a vassal at thy feet,

And cringed more meanly than was meet,

And since I dared not to be free,

Was scouted as a slave should be.

I gave thee all — my truth, my trust —

I bowed my spirit in the dust,

I put a crown upon thy brow,

And am its proper victim now.