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And did he let me fall
I would grow wings
and rise to venge the hands
that threw me down.
Would not my fury,
once provoked, undying,
lend me new title, new sisters and new laws?
Once blooded would I not pursue?
And where I once subpoenaed
now subdue?
Doubt not my furious motion
nor dismiss my right
—what you might claim in grieving
I claim aggrieved —
Here I arraign such barren wit
that laughs to see me fall.
But let him laugh.
Only let him learn my name;
for smiling yet will I have justice done.
That clown will learn what comes when I have wings.