Yet, as he turned, he cried, “The rest remain....
If they rebelled ... if they should find me here,
We’d pluck the whole taut fabric from the strain,
Hew down the city, let live earth appear!
—Old men and barren women whom through fear
We have suffered to be masters in our home,
Hide! hide! for we are angry and we come.”
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Thus feeding on vain fancy, covering round
His hunger, his great loneliness arraying