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- Or mild surprising poetess,
- Some Sappho in a mood sublime
- Or Pindar freed and fetterless,
- In a far island in far seas
- Shall send their sorrow down the breeze.
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- O shining servant of the evening star
- Whom no soft footfall of Lethean song
- Delighted, but a strong celestial war
- To batter down the gates of earthly wrong,
- To thee old Rhea yielded up her foison,
- Thou rash knight-errant of heroic love,
- That dreams and trances, being most vital poison
- To whoso looks but dares not live above,
- For thee, who wast more bold,
- Might lead to earth along light chains of gold,
- Lest some rebellious airs of spirit
- Should blow each image into windy space
- Nor leave it vocal, to inherit
- The toil and triumph of our mortal race.
- O thou hast shown us legions in the skies,
- And passed the earth before us in review
- Till shadows came and went before our eyes,
- And shafts of dim desire pierced us through,
- And draughts of joyous day
- And winds that calmly blew
Swift strength and splendour in our dreams, and songs from far away.
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