I wayfared at the nadir of the sun
Where populations meet, though seen of none;
  And millions seemed to sigh around
  As though their haunts were nigh around,
  And unknown throngs to cry around
    Of things late done.
“O Seers, who well might high ensample show”
(Came throbbing past in plainsong small and slow),
  “Leaders who lead us aimlessly,
  Teachers who train us shamelessly,
  Why let ye smoulder flamelessly
    The truths ye trow?
“Ye scribes, that urge the old medicament,
Whose fusty vials have long dried impotent,
  Why prop ye meretricious things,
  Denounce the sane as vicious things,
  And call outworn factitious things
    Expedient?
“O Dynasties that sway and shake us so,
Why rank your magnanimities so low
    That grace can smooth no waters yet,
But breathing threats and slaughters yet
  Ye grieve Earth’s sons and daughters yet
    As long ago?
Where populations meet, though seen of none;
  And millions seemed to sigh around
  As though their haunts were nigh around,
  And unknown throngs to cry around
    Of things late done.
“O Seers, who well might high ensample show”
(Came throbbing past in plainsong small and slow),
  “Leaders who lead us aimlessly,
  Teachers who train us shamelessly,
  Why let ye smoulder flamelessly
    The truths ye trow?
“Ye scribes, that urge the old medicament,
Whose fusty vials have long dried impotent,
  Why prop ye meretricious things,
  Denounce the sane as vicious things,
  And call outworn factitious things
    Expedient?
“O Dynasties that sway and shake us so,
Why rank your magnanimities so low
    That grace can smooth no waters yet,
But breathing threats and slaughters yet
  Ye grieve Earth’s sons and daughters yet
    As long ago?
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