When it inundates old roofs after centuries of soot!
Suffer this hand to touch you! O effulgent Autumn, guide us!
(He rises.
And now I stand again.
And my cry is Forward! Let every man arise! Bring forth the chariots and the cannon!
And let us go out from this wearisome ravine, that the wind of the open sky and the warmth of the sun may strike upon our faces!
Space is free! The earth is flat like a field of beets in October,
The world shall behold! And it shall be astonished!
And like a perjured judge
Passing sentence against itself, shall fall from its rotten judgment seat,