Among the old men that you know,
there is one, unnamed, that broods
on all the rest, in heavy thought.
They are nothing, except in the universe
of that single mind. He regards them
outwardly and knows them inwardly,
They sole emperor of what they are,
distante, yet close enough to wake
the chords above your bed to-night.
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