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ee taste. Now lift the lid a moment; now, Dorian shepherd, speak: Two minds shall flow together, the English and the Greek. ACADEMUS Perhaps there's neither tear nor smile, When once beyond the grave. Woe's me: but let me live meanwhile Amongst the bright and brave; My summers lapse away beneath Their cool Athenian shade: And I a string for myrtle-wreath, A whetstone unto blade; I cheer the games I cannot play; As stands a crippled squire To watch his master through the fray, Uplifted by desire. I roam, where little pleasures fall, As morn to morn succeeds, To melt, or ere the sweetness pall, Like glittering manna-beads. The wishes dawning in the eyes, The softly murmured thanks; The zeal of those that miss the prize On clamorous river-banks; The quenchless hope, the honest choice, The self-reliant pride, The music of the pleading voice That will not be denied; The wonder flushing in the cheek, The questions many a score, When I grow eloquent, and speak Of England, and of war-- Oh, better than the world of dress And pompous dining, out, Better than simpering and finesse Is all this stir and rout. I'll borrow life, and not grow old; And nightingales and trees Shall keep me, though the veins be cold, As young as Sophocles. And when I may no longer live, They'll say, who know the truth, He gave whatever he had to give To freedom and to youth. PROSPERO Farewell, my airy pursuivants, farewell. We part to-day, and I resign This lonely island, and this rocky cell, And all that hath been mine. "Ah, whither go we? Why not follow thee, Our human king, across the wave, The man that rescued us from rifted tree, Bleak marsh, and howling cave." Oh no. The wand I wielded then is buried, Broken, and buried in the sand. Oh no. By mortal hands I must be ferried Unto the Tuscan strand. You came to cheer my exile, and to lift The weight of silence off my lips: With you I ruled the clouds, and ocean-drift, Meteors, and wandering ships. Your fancies glinting on my central mind Fell off in beams of many hues, Soft lambent light. Yet, severed from mankind,
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