'T was a throne too high to mount;
Even for Goliath.
Too large to fit; to secure one,
And yet they rose me and I sat.
As Croseus did receive; I did receive.
Until sight (with the clouds) reeled,
To whom I offered exchange.
Granted; humbled; homed;
I fell,
To silent, safer depths.
And yet still they found me.
Silent still I remain.
Of revelations..... none, which they don't already know.
Spare that they are too ignorant to know it so.