Envy, Hatred, and Malice
Such an One is gone—there rises
Such Another:
With old thoughts in newer guise
Born to smother
Such an One's productions.
Welcomed is he just as loudly,
Trails his mantle just as proudly.
Whence I draw
My deductions
That many and many a poet more,
Ere I lie beneath the sods,
I shall witness swell and soar,
To the gods,
Even to the demi-gods!
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