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To Enjilish V
Haste,ye,' nymphs, unfold to me Your futurist mythology!
Odd conceits, and fancies wild— How Echo sweet was Plato’s child— Grim Plato, who in realms of woe Ruled as its lord the World Below.
(With him was Erebus. Ah, well
Know we that watch-dog quaint of Hell!)
Of Harpies, those composite freaks
With horses’ tails and birdies’ beaks.
Strange gods, undreamed in Greece or Rome, And piquant legends, nearer home.
Of Brownies who their crops forth-Hing,— And kindred marvels. Seniors, sing!
So with such tales still fill mine ear. And I with wreathed smile will hear.
(The Attendant Spirit “ apologizes.” )
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