Against Democracy

Give me great thoughts, large wrestlings with the lords
Of vision and of beauty, whence is won —
As men from mountaintops observe the sun —
Light, when the dusk-enfolded world no light affords!

Let me spend great days on a mountain-height
Above the little passions and the strife
That irk with ignobilities this life —
For only single eagles can be lost in light.

These days there's too much boasting of the Plain,
Too many empty words of brotherhood,
Too much acceptance of the multitude
And not enough of clean aloofness and disdain!
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