The bird and the bell, with other poems | ||
XIV.
Who fears to utter what his reason bids,Unless it wears the colors of a sect;
Who hardly dares to lift his heavy lids,
And greet the coming Day with head erect,
But apes each general posture and defect
Entailed by time,—alert in others' tracks,
Like owls that build in some time-mantled ruin's cracks;—
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