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XIX. DON QUIXOTE.
NOBLE unwit, that, in Life's medley thrustForth for a makesport to the ignoble wise,
—To those who see but with the body's eyes
And hearken but the voices of the dust,
—After Heav'n-gotten Truth and Faith august,
Birds that but breathe the aether of the skies,
Go'st groping in the darkling byres and sties
Of this our world of Will and lies and lust,
—One only name of all the names of men
Thine essence for our thought embodieth.
Phantom of knighthood, by Cervantes' pen
Evoked and quickened with no mortal breath,
Quixote,—whilst Heaven o'erarches earth and sea,
Saint of the dreamers' order shalt thou be.
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