A noise of songs and wind-enamoured wings

And lutes and lyres of milder and mightier strings,

And round the resonant radiance of his car

Where depth is one with height,

Light heard as music, music seen as light.

And with that second moondawn of the spring's

That fosters the first rose,

A sun-child whiter than the sunlit snows

Was born out of the world of sunless things

That round the round earth flows and ebbs and flows.

But he that found the sea-flower by the sea

And took to foster like a graft of earth

Was born of man's most highest and heavenliest birth,

Free-born as winds and stars and waves are free;

A warrior grey with glories more than years,

Though more of years than change the quick to dead

Had rained their light and darkness on his head;

A singer that in time's and memory's ears

Should leave such words to sing as all his peers

Might praise with hallowing heat of rapturous tears

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