Obstacles

Jag känner mig så sjukt ovärdig att få översätta en man som har skrivit följande, och liknande:

O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth
Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
Aware now, that, amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me, I have not once had the least idea who or what I am,
But that before all my insolent poems the real ME stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd,	30
Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows,
With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written,
Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
Now I perceive I have not understood anything-not a single object-and that no man ever can.
I perceive Nature, here in sight of the sea, is taking advantage of me, to dart upon me, and sting me,	35
Because I have dared to open my mouth, to sing at all.