Ah! The Scientist the king of the Earth
And emperor he is!
You see,
You see he just suspended Immortality
He was on the track
But disgusted
Suddenly stopped.
Tell me
Tell me that the red dusk
Has come and that
The Poet Seer has not pined
Tell me
Tell me
For this Poet Seer and this Scientist are one.
See, hear, the seas are roaring
The bays, the coves, the caves
The huge waves are entering!
And there is hooting all around
And
Winged creatures black flying around
In to the frowning heavens full
Abound
Here hear the flapping
Of giant wings:
Of things that saurian flying
Sound
Huge sound, huge windmills
Turning
Turning
Turning
And fires huge flaming at once
And sudden giant burning.
The Angel that you painted
And on loudhailers
Defamed
As a brute Monster:
He’s returning, wounded
And lost and tired
Falling
Falling
Look! The sound!
He fell!
Face upwards he moves not!
At last Vindictiveness has won
Though angels flock around and
Weep
Your spell has won!
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