David and his sonorous sonnets!
All was given, everything was left,
And every hope would swell that I redeem
With nothing taken out; and when I deftly
Built up my redoubt, I felt returning
All that gifted, everything that stood
To gain and give me gain in my esteem
In every way in which such profit could
So bolster my redoubt, my feared concern
That some were not as they appeared; that next
To me–so closely held to me, extreme—
So close my sense of safety had been vexed
To lay such siege, my hasty need to learn
How best to live within a fading dream
When once confessed, received, but did not earn.