Chapter 15 No.15

Who loved and looked their sense to death on thee;

Who taught thy lips imperishable things,

And in thine ears outsang thy singing sea;

Who made thy foot firm on the necks of kings

And thy soul somewhile steadfast-woe are we

It was but for a while, and all the strings

Were broken of thy spirit; yet had he

Set to such tunes and c

            
            

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