What wonder, Percy, that with jealous rage
Men should defame the kindly and the wise,
When in the midst of the all beauteous skies,
And all the lovely world, that should engage
Their mutual search for the old golden age,
They seat a phantom, swelled into grim size
Out of their own passions and bigotries,
And then, for fear, proclaim it meek and sage!
And this they call a light and a revealing!
Wise as the clown, who plodding home at night
In autumn, turns at call of fancied elf,
And sees upon the fog, with ghastly feeling,
A giant shadow in its imminent might,
Which his own lanthorn throws up from himself.
--Leigh Hunt
Start here: degrading. No-tions.
T-I-O-N, shun shun shun shun.
