The love devolvent, the ascension love,
Receptive or profuse, were fires he lacked,
Whose
marrow had expelled their
wasteful sparks;
Whose mind, the vast machine of endless haste,
Took up but solids for its glowing seal.
The hungry love, that fish-like creatures feel,
Impelled for prize of hooks, for prey of sharks,
His night's first quarter sicklied to distaste,
In warm
enjoymentbarely might distract.
A head that held an Europe half devoured
Taste in the blood's
conceit of pleasure soured.
Nought save his rounding aim, the means he plied,
Death for his cause, to him could point appeal.
His
mistress was the thing of uses tried.
Frigid the netting smile on whom he wooed,
But on his Policy his eye was lewd.
That sharp long zig-zag into distance brooked
No foot across; a shade his ire provoked.
The
blunder or the
cruelty of a deed
His Policy
imperative could plead.
He deemed
nought other precious, nor knew he
Legitimate outside his Policy.
Men's lives and works were due, from their birth's date,
To the State's
shield and sword, himself the State.
He thought for them in mass, as Titan may;
For their
pronouncedwell-being bade obey;
O'er each obstructive
thicket thunderclapped,
And straight their easy road to market mapped.
Watched Argus to
survey the huge preserves
He held or coveted; Mars was armed alert
At sign of
motion; yet his brows were murk,
His gorge would surge, to see the
butcher's work,
The Reaper's field; a
sensitive in nerves.
He rode not over men to do them hurt.
As one who claimed to have for paramour
Earth's fairest form, he dealt the cancelling blow;
Impassioned, still
impersonal; to ensure
Possession; free of rivals, not their foe.
The common Tyrant's frenzies, rancour, spites,
He knew as little as men's claim on rights.
A kindness for old servants, early friends,
Was
constant in him while they served his ends;
And if irascible, 'twas the moment's reek
From fires diverted by some gusty freak.
His Policy the act which breeds the act
Prevised, in issues
accurately summed
From reckonings of men's tempers, terrors, needs:-
That
universal army, which he leads
Who builds Imperial on Imperious Fact.
Within his hot brain's hammering
workshop hummed
A thousand
furious wheels at whirr, untired
As Nature in her reproductive throes;
And did they grate, he spake, and
cannon fired:
The cause being aye the incendiary foes
Proved by prostration culpable. His dispense
Of Justice made his active conscience;
His
passive was of
ceaseless labour formed.
So found this Tyrant
sanction and repose;
Humanly just, inhumanly unwarmed.
Preventive fencings with the foul intent
Occult, by him observed and foiled betimes,
Let fool historians
chronicle as crimes.
His blows were dealt to clear the way he went:
Too busy sword and mind for
needless blows.
The
mighty bird of sky minutest grains
On ground perceived; in heaven but rays or rains;