Human Applause

Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty,

    since I fell in love?  Why did you like me more

        when I was prouder and wilder, more full

              of words, yet emptier?

Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the

    marketplace;  and no one but a slave

          appreciates violent men.  Only those who

              are themselves godlike believe in the gods.