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“My throne is a throne beyond your vision. Shall he whose wings encircle the earth seek shelter in a nest abandoned and forgotten?
“Shall the living be honoured and exalted by the wearer of shrouds?
“My kingdom is not of this earth, and my seat is not builded upon the skulls of your ancestors.
“If you seek aught save the kingdom of the spirit then it were better for you to leave me here, and go down to the caves of your dead, where the crownèd heads of yore hold court in their tombs and may still be bestowing honours upon the bones of your forefathers.
“Dare you tempt me with a crown of dross, when my forehead seeks the Pleiades, or else your thorns?
“Were it not for a dream dreamed by a forgotten race I would not suffer your sun to rise upon my patience, nor your moon to throw my shadow across your path.
“Were it not for a mother’s desire I would have stripped me of the swaddling-clothes and escaped back to space.
“And were it not for sorrow in all of you I would not have stayed to weep.
“Who are you and what are you, Judas Iscariot? And why do you tempt me?
“Have you in truth weighed me in the scale and found me one to lead legions of pygmies, and to direct chariots of the shapeless against an enemy that encamps only in your hatred and marches nowhere but in your fear?