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.