Poem: Theoretikos

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay:

Of all its ancient chivalry and might

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Our little island is forsaken quite:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And from its hills that voice hath passed away

Which spake of Freedom:  O come out of it,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit

For this vile traffic-house, where day by day

Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart,

And the rude people rage with ignorant cries

Against an heritage of centuries.

It mars my calm:  wherefore in dreams of Art

And loftiest culture I would stand apart,

Neither for God, nor for his enemies.