noon
Is it nothing to grasp a hawser and find it a rope of sand ? To pursue the real and watch it turn into delusion ? Nothing to see the promise vanish in the hope ? Is it nothing to take a mirage for a landscape , nothing to be hoodwinked of your confidence , to see high noon dissolve into obscurest night , a diamond into pinchbeck ? Tell me , is it nothing to have trust , sincerity , and love for heritage , and wake to find that you have pawned them to a Jew ? Do you think it nothing to be mated to a living perjury , a felony in flesh and blood ? Is this what you call nothing ?