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O lyrist of the lowly and the true,

The song I sought for you

Still bides unsung. What hope for me to find,

Lost in the dædal mind,

The living utterance with lovely tongue,

To sing,—as once he sung,

Rare Ariosto, of Knight-Errantry,—

How you in Poesy,

Song’s Paladin, Knight of the Dream and Day,

The shield of magic sway!

Of that Atlantes’ power, sweet and terse,

The skyey-builded verse!

The shield that dazzles, brilliant with surprise,

Our unanointed eyes.—

Oh, could I write as it were worthy you,

Each word, a spark of dew,—

As once Ferdusi wrote in Persia,—

Would string each rosy spray

Of each unfolding flower of my song;

And Iran’s bulbul tongue

Would sob its heart out o’er the fountain’s slab

In gardens of Afrasiab.