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.

 

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