Chapter 59 THE OMNIPOTENT

'Why sitt'st thou by that ruined hall,

Thou agèd carle so stern and grey?

Dost thou its former pride recall,

Or ponder how it passed away?'

'Know'st thou not me?' the Deep Voice cried;

'So long enjoyed, so often misused,

Alternate, in thy fickle pride,

Desired, neglected, and accused!

Before my breath, like blazing flax,