BOOK 3

And while within myself I trace
The greatness of some future race,
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man,––
A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!

––Coleridge.

And while within myself I trace
The greatness of some future race,
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man,––
A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!