The Prophet Poem by james watkin

Spying, Time's peep-holes through, he pardons
Who almost to the stake
Present scoff him. After all, back from
That remoteness he'll shake
Despondent for their sake!

However much is there dilating
Vindictive, when his eyes
With cloudy visionings fill, so much
It clearly signifies
The future satifies:

His fame recalled, a setting epoch
As being subject to!
His name, over the engulphing roar
Triumphant heard, and through
Old worlds' uprisings anew.