When I Read the Learn’d Bloggers

With apologies to Walt Whitman:

 

WHEN I read the learn’d bloggers;

When the assumptions, the speculations, were ranged in columns before me;

When I was shown the insults and the grievances, to spread, magnify, and justify them;

When I, sitting, read the critics, where they lectured with much applause on the Internet,

How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;

Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d down in perfect silence at the scriptures.

 

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