What he so crudely dreams
In vague and fitful gleams,
The crowd esteems.—
Well! let the future judge, if his or mine this seems—
This calm Titanic mould
Stalking in colours bold
Fold upon fold—
This lord of dark, this dream I dreamed of old!
II FIGURE BY OKUMURA MASANOBU
Garbed in flowing folds of light,