Betraying heroes makes me increase myself My pardons, my praises, My mud-racked, modern dazes And all whiter, sublimer rhyme 5 And higher, more crescent time Forgot-- damn them, and toss the lot! Now I speak of mystery Who sees none anywhere, but me; Myself the selfsame jackanapes 10 Risen from prison of late Of morning-soul's dark-even'd Sleep-tortured and riven Slave-state.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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