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ALFRED NOYES
Take up the sculptor's tool! Recall the gods that die
To rule In Parian o'er the sky.
��Poet, let passion sleep
Till with the cosmic rhyme
Vou keep Eternal tone and time,
By rule of hour and flower, By strength of stern restraint
And power To fail and not to faint.
The task is hard to learn "While all the songs of Spring
Return Along the blood and sing.
Yet hear - from her deep skies, How Art, for all your pain,
Still cries Ye must be born again !
Reject the wreath of rose, Take up the crown of thorn
That shows To-night a child is born.
The far immortal face In chosen onyx fine
Enchase, Delicate line by line.
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