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Let us pull the heavens down.
Let it lie upon the ground.
Let us stare and stammer down,
lumber1 some new sound.
Let us, with splendored crown
laid upon our laureled brow,
take up towering tower;
make this our mighting2 hour.

Then He’ll know we are greater
than our sum,
Then He’ll see a greater we.

Twill come,
thunder from a burnished sky.
Take conference with you and we.
Take no umbrage that we did not flee.
Take no pains at spired crescent valley.
Take no anguish at this our pillared city.

Take He then long and quiet slumber.
Take He then waiting and no cumber3.
Take He time while tower and number
take foot and city spread.

The Emperor Napoleon crowning himself by David

© rl busséll 2018

  1. to heap together in disorder
  2. A little neologism never hurt anybody. By building their tower they will gain strength and power
  3. to hinder, obstruct, restrain.
This entry was posted in poetry.

4 comments on “Let Us with Splendored Crown

  1. Allen says:

    My favorite small work of yours so far. Well done.

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    1. rlbussell says:

      Thank you so much.

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  2. Les Bussell says:

    Splendid absolutely splendid.
    Again you impress and excel.

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    1. rlbussell says:

      Thanks!

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