TheoretikosThis mighty empire hath but feet of clay:Of all its ancient chivalry and mightOur little island is forsaken quite:Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,And from its hills that voice hath passed awayWhich spake of Freedom: O come out of it,Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fitFor this vile traffic-house, where day by dayWisdom and reverence are sold at mart,And the rude people rage with ignorant criesAgainst an heritage of centuries.

It mars my calm: wherefore in dreams of ArtAnd loftiest culture I would stand apart,Neither for God, nor for his enemies.

沉思录支撑这强大帝国的只是一对泥足：它不再有古老的骑士精神和强力，我们小小的岛屿已被全然抛弃：某个敌人盗走了它港湾的王冠，在山峦之间呼吁自由的嗓音已经消逝：哦，摆脱掉它吧，摆脱掉它，我的灵魂，你并不适合这卑鄙的交易所，智慧与尊严日复一日在那里被标上价格拍卖，粗鄙的民众怒气冲冲，愚昧地叫嚷反对一份世代相传的祖宗遗产。

这破坏了我的平静：因而关于艺术关于高雅文化的梦想，我遗世独立，既不拥戴上帝，也不支持他的敌人。

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