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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
IN THE HALL OF MARBLES
(LINES RECALLED FROM A DESTROYED POEM)
If genius, turned to sordid endsYe count to glory lost,
How with mankind that flouts the aims
Time's Attic years engrossed?
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Richer and narrower, age's way?
But, primal fervors all displaced
Our arts but serve the clay.
This plaint the sibyls unconsoled renew:
Man fell from Eden, fall from Athens too.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |