Tho’ these great men the dreamless daylight show;

But they endure—the Sons of simple Light⁠—

And, with no lying lanthorne’s antic glow,

Reveal the open way that we must go.

1881-2.

1881-2.

 

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Power

Power

Power

Power

Caligula, pacing thro’ his pillar’d hall,

Ere yet the last dull glimmer of his mind

Had faded in the banquet, where reclined

He spent all day in drunken festival,

Made impious pretence that Jove with him,

Unseen, walk’d, talk’d and jested; for he spoke

To nothing by his side; or frown’d; or broke

In answering smiles; or shook a playful rim

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