Excerpt from In Classic Shades, and Other Poems And this that one might wear a crown Snatched from a strangled sire And this that two might mock or frown, From high thrones climbing higher From where the Parricide looked down With harlot in desire Yet on, beneath the great north star, Like some lost, living thing, That long dread line stretched, black and far Till buried by death's wing! And great men praised the goodly Czar But God sat pitying. A storm burst forth From out the storm The clean, red lightning leapt. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.