" Unlike we are, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies...
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine...
What hast though to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer... "

― Elizabeth Barrett Browning , Sonnets from the Portuguese and Other Poems