1 Quote Tagged: burden-of-greatness

He dreams sometimes of the revels of the gods
And sees the Dionysian gesture pass, — A leonine greatness that would tear his soul
If through his failing limbs and fainting heart
The sweet and joyful mighty madness swept:
Trivial amusements stimulate and waste
The energy given to him to grow and be.

His little hour is spent in little things.

02.05_046:007-008