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7
ULTIMA THULE.
O, thou art shaping into greatness, boy!
Thy book is pretty sure to surge next Spring:
And then! . . .
Thy book is pretty sure to surge next Spring:
And then! . . .
Huge stacks of thee will to the libraries go,
And all the virgins for a copy run:
And then! . . .
And all the virgins for a copy run:
And then! . . .
Thy tumbling hair will in the West be seen,
An oriflamme at plutocratic teas:
And then! . . .
An oriflamme at plutocratic teas:
And then! . . .
Thy portrait in the salons shall be hung,
Thy picture laugh from hot-press'd magazines:
And then! . . .
Thy picture laugh from hot-press'd magazines:
And then! . . .
Thy soul shall be upon vast serials spent,
Thy mystery spread upon the evening prints:
And then????
Thy mystery spread upon the evening prints:
And then????
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