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 So near to seizing immortality.

Well, here it was. And while he might have died

If it had ceased, he would have been as one

Who cared no more, having had everything,

Where there was no more caring. But he knew

That he was not yet dead, and that the rest

Would soon be coming. When the voices fell,

He knew that through them he should hear those drums

Again, but he was not afraid of them.

They were his drums, and the far sound of riot

Below there in the gloom was also his.

It was all his to give. “Poor fool,” he thought;

“Praise God you are a fool, and call it yours.”

And he lay tranquil through another silence.

Though he condemned the specious tyranny