Robartes and the Dancer — The Leaders of the Crowd
| They must to keep their certainty accuse |
| All that are different of a base intent; |
| Pull down established
honour; hawk for news |
| Whatever their loose phantasy invent |
| And murmur it with bated breath, as though |
| The abounding gutter had been Helicon |
| Or calumny a song. How can they know |
| Truth flourishes where
the student’s lamp has shone, |
| And there alone, that have no solitude? |
| So the crowd come they care not
what may come. |
| They have loud music, hope every day renewed |
| And heartier loves; that lamp is from
the tomb. |