I was in the darkness;

Is it realOr is this the thrice-damned memory of a better happiness?Plague on him if he be deadPlague on him if he be aliveA swinish numbskullTo intrude his shadeAlways between me and my peace.

And the brambles tore her fair limbs.There came a companion to her,But, alas, he was no help,For his name was heart’s pain. .

Who sat, all still,Regarding a newspaper.He accosted me:‘Sir, what is this? ‘Then I saw that I was greater,Aye, greater than this sage.I answered him at once,‘Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.’The sage looked upon me with admiration.

Upon a mountain-top.Then they went to the valley below,And turned to behold their work.‘It is grand,’ they said;They loved the thing.Of a sudden, it moved:It came upon them swiftly;It crushed them all to blood.But some had opportunity to squeal.

He sees a fool;And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.

He said, ‘Show me of your wares.’And this I did,Holding forth one.He said, ‘It is a sin.’Then held I forth another;He said, ‘It is a sin.’Then held I forth another;He said, ‘It is a sin.’And so to the end;Always he said, ‘It is a sin.’And, finally, I cried out,‘But I have none other.’Then did he…