Author Sir Edwin Arnold Trace me through my snow, Track me through my mire, You shall never know Half that you desire! Praise me, or asperse, Deck me, or deride; In my veil of verse Safe from you I hide. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments