Is there no rebel proud enough to say
"We'll stand on our own feet, and win the day"?
IV.
(On Certain Realists.)
YOU with the quick sardonic eye
For all the mockeries of life,
Beware, in this dark masque of things that seem,
Lest even that tragic irony,
Which you discern in this our mortal strife,
Trick you and trap you, also, with a dream.