An enemy I had, whose mien
I stoutly strive in vain to know;
For hard he dogged my steps, unseen,
Wherever I might go.
My plans he blocked; my aims he foiled;
He blocked my every onward way.
When for some lofty goal I toiled,
He grimly said me nay.
"Come forth!" I cried, "Lay bare thy guise!
Thy wretched features I would see."
Yet always to my straining eye
He dwelt in mystery.
Until one night I held him fast,
The veil from off his form did draw;
I gazed upon his face at last
And, Lo! myself I saw.
Edwin L. Sabin
(one of my very favorite poems)