(Fiction Of Social Protest, Part One.)
(Miller)
Why should I fret in microcosmic bonds
That chafe the spirit, and the mind repress
When through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
Whose shining vistas mock man's littleness?
(H. P. Lovecraft, "Phaethon" (1918))
(Miller)
Why should I fret in microcosmic bonds
That chafe the spirit, and the mind repress
When through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
Whose shining vistas mock man's littleness?
(H. P. Lovecraft, "Phaethon" (1918))