And all is well, tho' faith and form
⁠Be sunder'd in the night of fear;
⁠Well roars the storm to those that hear
A deeper voice across the storm,

Proclaiming social truth shall spread,
⁠And justice, ev'n tho' thrice again
⁠The red fool-fury of the Seine
Should pile her barricades with dead.

But woe to him that wears a crown.
⁠And him, the lazar, in his rags:
⁠They tremble, the sustaining crags;
The spires of ice are toppled down,

And molten up, and roar in flood;
⁠The fortress crashes from on high,
⁠The brute earth lightens to the sky,
And the vast Æon sinks in blood,