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THE IDIOT
Coined in the common ore of thought:
She had with rarer metal wrought.
For he spoke not as one weak-
Witted, but not as men speak
Whose wit is bolted under Greek
Concepts. In a waste of mind,
Lesser and greater than the blind
Bat of intellect can find,
Something moved:—the primal hoarse
Voice of Matter that the Norse
Gleemen heard in tarns and tors.
And still the Idiot speaks. And still
His dark wild wings of language thrill
Across my sight against my will.
