Every man is an island if he wishes it,
But no man starts as such, I confess.
Neither clod nor promontory, but somewhere in the middle,
I sought to separate my Self nonetheless.
At an early age, I began digging these trenches deep;
And with no little difficulty, my moat took shape.
Safe in my Castle of Self, I could look out on the world,
Perched on an island created for Self’s escape.
Separate from men, enclosed in my box, I remain unharmed;
Only God or Self can diminish me.
And secure on this island, I ask, “For whom does the bell toll?”
For I have told my Self, “It cannot toll for thee.”