A world that raises those
That rise
To summit heights:
Lets us temporarily
Bask in its glory
Then
Mows you down
At least if not
To oblivion’s pool
To the realms of drear
Of fall of from glory.
Such be the world and
Civilization of the day!
And our emotions propense to
dance
According to its tune
According to its sway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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