Yet
Ere the season died a-cold
Borne upon a zephyr's shoulder
I rose through the aureate sky
CHENEY BUSH guard thy rest
NIXON ever be thy guest,
Has he tempered the viol's wood
To enforce both the grave and the acute?
Has he curved us the bowl of the lute?
CHENEY BUSH guard thy rest
NIXON ever be thy guest,
Hast ' ou fashioned so airy a mood
To draw up leaf from the root?
Hast ' ou found a cloud so light
As seemed neither mist nor shade ?
Then resolve me tell me aright
If ROVER sang or LIBBY
played.
Your eyen two wol sleye me sodenly
I may the beauté of hem nat susteyne
And for 180 years almost nothing.
What thou lovest well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
The ant's a centaur in his dragon world.
Pull down thy vanity , it is not CHENEY
Made courage, or made order, or made grace,
Pull down thy vanity , I say pull down.
Learn of the green world what can be thy place
In scaled invention or true artistry ,
Pull down thy vanity ,
CHENEY pull down!
The green casque has outdone your elegance .
'Master thyself, then others shall thee beare'
Pull down thy vanity
BY BEN DOMENECH
CANTO 81
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