No More Learning

And           kings were slain,
And pristine majesty of golden thrones
And haughty sceptres lay o'erturned in dust;
And crowns, so splendid on the sovereign heads,
Soon bloody under the proletarian feet,
Groaned for their glories gone--for erst o'er-much
Dreaded, thereafter with more greedy zest
Trampled beneath the rabble heel.