Empire!, The coalface of mania all bedlam and ahurry the court of empire! if every day were it's last, and jesters were the emperors courtiers, and viceroys too. The maddening activity As if a great anxiety bedeviled all its comings, goings A throne for the world to become it. So large no man could rest upon it. But clambering, clambering, as if from the inferno To heaven, feverish dreams of greatness go, over the bodies of all below Armies, or gates, neither arrest the headlong frenzy or to slow, the day a whirlwind would come and blow down a house of cards, like babylon or jericho. A mighty angel, with carnal delight 'mischief' was the chief among them, all opulence but for a time, then ruin. Wordless before history, witnessed and fallen down, crumbled to dust.