And kings that not endure In bronze to re-ascend Secure Until the world shall end. Poet, let passion sleep Till with the cosmic rhyme You keep Eternal tone and time, By rule of hour and flower, By strength of stern restraint And power To fail and not to faint. The task is hard to learn While all the songs of Spring Return Along the blood and sing. Yet hear—from her deep skies, How Art, for all your pain, Still cries Ye must be born again!
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