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“'Tis well, Tiresias, to learn how men's
Free actions falter seen by visions clear:
But fondly held illusions thus assailed,
May make us wiser tho' they make us sad.
Those solitary birds of kingly strength,
Watchful and sternly tender to their young,
Complete and perfect in the world they range,
Can feel but scanty tolerance for sin.
“Now loved one, read me those rich melodies,
Thrown unrestrained, of yonder nightingales,
Singing in rival ardour for her love
Who waits, bright-eyed, with keen attentive ear.”