The tongue that starts to speak with angry force
Gains power in inertia. Words on words
come forth from him in fast then faster course.
And as the words continue, strong, he girds
himself in courage with the sound they make
until that sound, which all are meant to hear
now makes him deaf. The flow of words then take
from him the sight that wisdom would make clear
and make it clear that he has lost his head
-- a phrase which soon may not be figured speech...
The Cold Magnificence moves not. Instead,
It keeps its peace, though peace may not remain
When all his words have passed, and passed in vain.