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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Vision Of Folly
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I saw one rushing madly in pursuit
 Of Liberty. With frenzied steps he strode.
 Old laws and customs with disdainful foot
 He spurned beneath him in a mire of blood.
 He stood before the wondering world a god,
 A king with Freedom for his spouse and queen.
 He felt his empire was divine and trod,
 As on a footstool, on the necks of men.
 Ruin awhile and havoc strewed his path.
 He had his day of glory and his fall.
 He stood once more upon his father`s hearth,
 Sated with pride, and there in frenzy worse
 Wrought foul dishonour on that honoured hall,
 And left its walls forever with a curse.
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