11 Thus I began, I unlearned all self-pity! 13 Not in shattering idols, But in shattering the idol-worshipper in thee, Consisted thy valour. 14 See, there stand Those heavy cats of granite, Those old, old Values. Woe is me! How overthrow them? * * * * Scratching cats, With paws that are fettered, There they sit And their glance is poison. 17 A lightning-flash became my wisdom: With sword of adamant it clove me every
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