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My Poets
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My Poets
I lived with the great poets evermore,Yet evermore I felt their sway grow less:
First Byron wrought in me a deep distress;
Then Shelley made me weep, smile, love, adore,
And, feeling as he felt, I learnt to see
What grace, what poesy, what wisdom crown'd
The mystical sweet spirit and profound
Of the melodious Seer of Galilee.
But now these poets speak not; silent now
Their old and magisterial command;
Shakspeare must soothe my age; for Spenser's brow
I have no crown, who love not Fairyland.
Two Poets are there only whom I know,
Goethe the strong, and, strong and sweet, George Sand.
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