The weavers of the world's large-historied loom,

By their own works of light or darkness done

Clothed round with light or girt about with gloom.

In speech of purer gold

Than even they spake of old

He bade the breath of Sidney's lips relume

The fire of thought and love

That made his bright life move

Through fair brief seasons of benignant bloom

To blameless music ever, strong

As death and sweet as death-annihilating song.

17.

Thought gave his wings the width of time to roam,

Love gave his thought strength equal to release

From bonds of old forgetful years, like foam

Vanished, the fame of memories that decrease;

So strongly faith had fledged for flight from home

The soul's large pinions till her strife should cease:

And through the trumpet of a child of Rome

Rang the pure music of the flutes of Greece.

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