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Among earth's poets certain known of few
Among earth's poets certain known of few
Pass into deathlessness o'er death's frontiers,
Unpraised, unprized, unlaurell'd of their peers.
Yet in time's patient light their work shows true:
The far-off generations find it new.
In happy mornings of immortal years
Immortal is the colour that it wears.
Great poets greatly borrow of its blue,
Or pass into the heights that few attain,
Humming some bars of it 'neath brows starcrown'd.
O Poet of the poets! so with thee.
With tints of thine did Pope his marble stain,
And Milton's spirit in thy music found
Majestic swell, soft fall of infinite sea.
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