Here you will find thePoemA Vision Of Follyof poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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.
