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Yves:
I fear that well ran dry long years ago,
But far in the beechen wood the sources spring
Which feed this fountain, think to your content,
This is the true well's water, drink and dream
And waking have your wish!
All:
The cup, the cup!
Amis:
If that be all, drink you at any spring,
'Twill serve your purpose, act but steadfastly,
Waste no while wishing, will and dare and do!
The dream-sick soul is barren, the virile mind
Begets and brings his purpose to the birth,
Moulding the plastic forces of his life
That way or this as bids a strenuous will.
So dare to live your poem and your play
Nor keep distinct the deed and the desire,
The act's anticipation, and the act!
