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Another's a half cracked fellow John Heydon	A
Worker of miracles dealer in levitation	A
In thoughts upon pure form in alchemy	B
Seer of pretty visions 'servant of God and secretary of nature'	C
Full of plaintive charm like Botticelli's	D
With half transparent forms lacking the vigor of gods	D
Thus Heydon in a trance at Bulverton	A
Had such a sight	E
Decked all in green with sleeves of yellow silk	F
Slit to the elbow slashed with various purples	D
Her eyes were green as glass her foot was leaf like	G
She was adorned with choicest emeralds	D
And promised him the way of holy wisdom	H
'Pretty green bank ' began the half lost poem	H
Take the old way say I met John Heydon	A
Sought out the place	D
Lay on the bank was 'plung d deep in swevyn '	I
And saw the company Layamon Chaucer	C
Pass each in his appropriate robes	D
Conversed with each observed the varying fashion	A
And then comes Heydon	A
'I have seen John Heydon '	I
Let us hear John Heydon	A
'Omniformis	D
Omnis intellectus est' thus he begins by spouting half of Psellus	D
Then comes a note my assiduous commentator	C
Not Psellus De Daemonibus but Porphyry's Chances	D
In the thirteenth chapter that 'every intellect is omni form '	I
Magnifico Lorenzo used the dodge	J
Says that he met Ficino	A
In some Wordsworthian false pastoral manner	C
And that they walked along stopped at a well head	K
And heard deep platitudes about contentment	L
From some old codger with an endless beard	M
'A daemon is not a particular intellect	N
But is a substance differed from intellect '	I
Breaks in Ficino	A
'Placed in the latitude or locus of souls'	D
That's out of Proclus take your pick of them	O
Valla more earth and sounder rhetoric	P
Prefacing praise to his Pope Nicholas	D
'A man of parts skilled in the subtlest sciences	D
A patron of the arts of poetry and of a fine discernment '	I
Then comes a catalogue his jewels of conversation	A
No you've not read your Elegantiae	Q
A dull book shook the church	Q
The prefaces cut clear and hard	R
'Know then the Roman speech a sacrament '	I
Spread for the nations eucharist of wisdom	H
Bread of the liberal arts	D
Ha Sir Blancatz	D
Sordello would have your heart to give to all the princes	D
Valla the heart of Rome	S
Sustaining speech set out before the people	T
'Nec bonus Christianus ac bonus	D
Tullianus '	I
Marius Du Bellay wept for the buildings	D
Baldassar Castiglione saw Raphael	U
'Lead back the soul into its dead waste dwelling '	I
Corpore laniato and Lorenzo Valla	V
'Broken in middle life bent to submission	A
Took a fat living from the Papacy'	D
That's in Villari but Burckhardt's statement is different	L
'More than the Roman city the Roman speech'	Q
Holds fast its part among the ever living	W
'Not by the eagles only was Rome measured '	I
'Wherever the Roman speech was there was Rome '	I
Wherever the speech crept there was mastery	C
Spoke with the law's voice while your Greek logicians	D
More Greeks than one Doughty's 'divine Homeros'	D
Came before sophistry Justinopolitan	A
Uncatalogued Andreas Divus	D
Gave him in Latin in my edition the rest uncertain	A
Caught up his cadence word and syllable	T
'Down to the ships we went set mast and sail	X
Black keel and beasts for bloody sacrifice	D
Weeping we went '	I
I've strained my ear for ensa ombra and ensa	D
And cracked my wit on delicate canzoni	A
Here's but rough meaning	W
'And then went down to the ship set keel to breakers	D
Forth on the godly sea	D
We set up mast and sail on the swarthy ship	Y
Sheep bore we aboard her and our bodies also	D
Heavy with weeping And winds from sternward	L
Bore us out onward with bellying canvas	D
Circe's this craft the trim coifed goddess	D
Then sat we amidships wind jamming the tiller	C
Thus with stretched sail	X
We went over sea till day's end	L
Sun to his slumber shadows o'er all the ocean	A
Came we then to the bounds of deepest water	C
To the Kimmerian lands and peopled cities	D
Covered with close webbed mist unpierc d ever	C
With glitter of sun rays	D
Nor with stars stretched nor looking back from heaven	A
Swartest night stretched over wretched men there	C
Thither we in that ship unladed sheep there	C
The ocean flowing backward came we through to the place	D
Aforesaid by Circe	D
Here did they rites Perimedes and Eurylochus	D
And drawing sword from my hip	Y
I dug the ell square pitkin poured we libations unto each the dead	L
First mead and then sweet wine	A
Water mixed with white flour	C
Then prayed I many a prayer to the sickly death's heads	D
As set in Ithaca sterile bulls of the best	L
For sacrifice heaping the pyre with goods	D
Sheep to Tiresias only	D
Black and a bell sheep	Z
Dark blood flowed in the fosse	D
Souls out of Erebus cadaverous dead	L
Of brides of youths and of many passing old	L
Virgins tender souls stained with recent tears	D
Many men mauled with bronze lance heads	D
Battle spoil bearing yet dreary arms	D
These many crowded about me	D
With shouting pallor upon me cried to my men for more beasts	D
Slaughtered the herds sheep slain of bronze	D
Poured ointment cried to the gods	D
To Pluto the strong and praised Proserpine	A
Unsheathed the narrow steel	A2
I sat to keep off the impetuous impotent dead	L
Till I should hear Tiresias	D
But first Elpenor came our friend Elpenor	C
Unburied cast on the wide earth	B2
Limbs that we left in the house of Circe	D
Unwept unwrapped in sepulchre since toils urged other	C
Pitiful spirit and I cried in hurried speech	Q
'Elpenor how art thou come to this dark coast	L
Cam'st thou afoot outstripping seamen ' And he in heavy speech	Q
'Ill fate and abundant wine I slept in Circe's ingle	T
Going down the long ladder unguarded I fell against the buttress	D
Shattered the nape nerve the soul sought Avernus	D
But thou O King I bid remember me unwept unburied	L
Heap up mine arms be tomb by the sea board and inscribed	L
A man of no fortune and with a name to come	H
And set my oar up that I swung 'mid fellows '	I
Came then another ghost whom I beat off Anticlea	T
And then Tiresias Theban	A
Holding his golden wand knew me and spoke first	L
'Man of ill hour why come a second time	C2
Leaving the sunlight facing the sunless dead and this joyless region	A
Stand from the fosse move back leave me my bloody bever	C
And I will speak you true speeches '	I
'And I stepped back	D2
Sheathing the yellow sword Dark blood he drank then	A
And spoke 'Lustrous Odysseus shalt	L
Return through spiteful Neptune over dark seas	D
Lose all companions ' Foretold me the ways and the signs	D
Came then Anticlea to whom I answered	L
'Fate drives me on through these deeps I sought Tiresias '	I
I told her news of Troy and thrice her shadow	L
Faded in my embrace	D
Then had I news of many faded women	A
Tyro Alcmena Chloris	D
Heard out their tales by that dark fosse and sailed	L
By sirens and thence outward and away	E2
And unto Circe buried Elpenor's corpse '	I
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Lie quiet Divus	D
In Officina Wechli Paris	D
M D three X's Eight with Aldus on the Frogs	D
And a certain Cretan's	D
Hymni Deorum	C2
The thin clear Tuscan stuff	F2
Gives way before the florid mellow phrase	D
Take we the Goddess Venus	D
Venerandam	C2
Aurean coronam habentem pulchram	C2
Cypri munimenta sortita est maritime	C2
Light on the foam breathed on by zephyrs	D
And air tending hours Mirthful orichalci	D
with golden	A
Girdles and breast bands	D
Thou with dark eye lids	D
Bearing the golden bough of Argicida	L

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