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Unto the portal of the House of Song,

Symbols of wrong and emblems of unrest,

And mottoes of despair and envious jest,

And stony masks of scorn and hate belong.

Who enters here shall feel his soul denied

All welcome: lo! the chiselled form of Love,

That stares in marble on the shrine above

The tomb of Beauty, where he dreamed and died!

Who enters here shall know no poppyflowers

Of Rest, or harp-tones of serene Content;

Only sad ghosts of music and of scent

Shall mock the mind with their remembered powers.

Here must he wait till striving patience carves

His name upon the century-storied floor;

His heart's blood staining one dim pane the more

In Fame's high casement while he sings and starves.