To be continued...I would that I might with the minstrels singand stir the unseen with a throbbing string.I would be with the mariners of the deepthat cut their slender planks on mountains steepand voyage upon a vague and wandering quest,for some have passed beyond the fabled West.I would with the beleaguered fools be told,that keep an inner fastness where their gold,impure and scanty, yet they loyally bringto mint in image blurred of distant king,or in fantastic banners weave the sheenheraldic emblems of a lord unseen.
I will not walk with your progressive apes,erect and sapient. Before them gapesthe dark abyss to which their progress tendsif by God's mercy progress ever ends,and does not ceaselessly revolve the sameunfruitful course with changing of a name.I will not treat your dusty path and flat,denoting this and that by this and that,your world immutable wherein no partthe little maker has with maker's art.I bow not yet before the Iron Crown,nor cast my own small golden sceptre down.
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