Let the Rubicon usher in the divine truculency,
Down the hill of my Babel of cacophony;
To let it dream into the fervent colours,
Of the wicked accidental harmony;
To let it find and brood and despair,
On my cenotaph, to rant over equipollency.
Let the Rubicon usher in the divine truculency,
Down the hill of my Babel of cacophony;
To let it dream into the fervent colours,
Of the wicked accidental harmony;
To let it find and brood and despair,
On my cenotaph, to rant over equipollency.
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