Sneering in solitude, wide-winged for flight
Lest one, from all our world, should read thee right
And pity thee thy self-lured madman's fate,
Why did'st thou strive so well to tempt our hate?
Are we not comrades through the self-same night?
The Caravan of Kindness, out of sight,
We also follow—and arrive o'erlate.
Thou, having failed thy Heaven, did'st scoff in
Hell.
Fiercely disguising, too much thou did'st dare;