almost convinced of his freedom

But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.

Can’t reread this enough. There is a nice long Slate Auden: Discussed conversation from 2007 that I just found a few days ago. It’s great.