The Indestructibles

The dullards of past generations, the undiscerning crew
That turned deaf ears unto Shelley, that turned blind eyes upon Keats,
Unchangeably reincarnate, invincibly born anew,
Still buzz in the press and the salon, still lord it in learning's seats.

Do you think they are ever conquered? Do you think they are ever slain?
They are secular, sempiternal; the Powers that cannot die.
When all things else have perished, Stupidity shall remain,
And sit secure on the ruins of every star of the sky.
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