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As certain also of your own poets have said	A
Acts	B
Cleon the poet from the sprinkled isles	C
Lily on lily that o'erlace the sea	D
And laugh their pride when the light wave lisps Greece	E
To Protus in his Tyranny much health	F
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They give thy letter to me even now	G
I read and seem as if I heard thee speak	H
The master of thy galley still unlades	E
Gift after gift they block my court at last	I
And pile themselves along its portico	J
Royal with sunset like a thought of thee	D
And one white she slave from the group dispersed	K
Of black and white slaves like the chequer work	L
Pavement at once my nation's work and gift	M
Now covered with this settle down of doves	E
One lyric woman in her crocus vest	N
Woven of sea wools with her two white hands	E
Commends to me the strainer and the cup	O
Thy lip hath bettered ere it blesses mine	P
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Well counselled king in thy munificence	E
For so shall men remark in such an act	Q
Of love for him whose song gives life its joy	R
Thy recognition of the use of life	S
Nor call thy spirit barely adequate	T
To help on life in straight ways broad enough	U
For vulgar souls by ruling and the rest	N
Thou in the daily building of thy tower	V
Whether in fierce and sudden spasms of toil	W
Or through dim lulls of unapparent growth	X
Or when the general work 'mid good acclaim	Y
Climbed with the eye to cheer the architect	Z
Didst ne'er engage in work for mere work's sake	A2
Hadst ever in thy heart the luring hope	B2
Of some eventual rest a top of it	C2
Whence all the tumult of the building hushed	D2
Thou first of men might'st look out to the East	E2
The vulgar saw thy tower thou sawest the sun	F2
For this I promise on thy festival	G2
To pour libation looking o'er the sea	E
Making this slave narrate thy fortunes speak	H
Thy great words and describe thy royal face	E
Wishing thee wholly where Zeus lives the most	H2
Within the eventual element of calm	I2
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Thy letter's first requirement meets me here	J2
It is as thou hast heard in one short life	S
I Cleon have effected all those things	E
Thou wonderingly dost enumerate	K2
That epos on thy hundred plates of gold	L2
Is mine and also mine the little chant	M2
So sure to rise from every fishing bark	N2
When lights at prow the seamen haul their net	O2
The image of the sun god on the phare	J2
Men turn from the sun's self to see is mine	P
The P o'er storied its whole length	P2
As thou didst hear with painting is mine too	Q2
I know the true proportions of a man	R2
And woman also not observed before	J2
And I have written three books on the soul	S2
Proving absurd all written hitherto	Q2
And putting us to ignorance again	T2
For music why I have combined the moods	E
Inventing one In brief all arts are mine	P
Thus much the people know and recognize	E
Throughout our seventeen islands Marvel not	U2
We of these latter days with greater mind	V2
Than our forerunners since more composite	T
Look not so great beside their simple way	W2
To a judge who only sees one way at once	E
One mind point and no other at a time	X2
Compares the small part of a man of us	E
With some whole man of the heroic age	Y2
Great in his way not ours nor meant for ours	E
And ours is greater had we skill to know	J
For what we call this life of men on earth	Z2
This sequence of the soul's achievements here	J2
Being as I find much reason to conceive	A3
Intended to be viewed eventually	E
As a great whole not analyzed to parts	E
But each part having reference to all	B3
How shall a certain part pronounced complete	C3
Endure effacement by another part	D3
Was the thing done then what's to do again	T2
See in the chequered pavement opposite	T
Suppose the artist made a perfect rhomb	X2
And next a lozenge then a trapezoid	T
He did not overlay them superimpose	E
The new upon the old and blot it out	T
But laid them on a level in his work	L
Making at last a picture there it lies	E
So first the perfect separate forms were made	T
The portions of mankind and after so	J
Occurred the combination of the same	X2
For where had been a progress otherwise	E
Mankind made up of all the single men	T2
In such a synthesis the labour ends	E
Now mark me those divine men of old time	X2
Have reached thou sayest well each at one point	T
The outside verge that rounds our faculty	T
And where they reached who can do more than reach	E3
It takes but little water just to touch	F3
At some one point the inside of a sphere	J2
And as we turn the sphere touch all the rest	T
In due succession but the finer air	J2
Which not so palpably nor obviously	T
Though no less universally can touch	F3
The whole circumference of that emptied sphere	J2
Fills it more fully than the water did	T
Holds thrice the weight of water in itself	G3
Resolved into a subtler element	T
And yet the vulgar call the sphere first full	H3
Up to the visible height and after void	T
Not knowing air's more hidden properties	E
And thus our soul misknown cries out to Zeus	E
To vindicate his purpose in our life	S
Why stay we on the earth unless to grow	J
Long since I imaged wrote the fiction out	T
That he or other god descended here	J2
And once for all showed simultaneously	T
What in its nature never can be shown	I3
Piecemeal or in succession showed I say	W2
The worth both absolute and relative	J3
Of all his children from the birth of time	X2
His instruments for all appointed work	L
I now go on to image might we hear	J2
The judgment which should give the due to each	E3
Show where the labour lay and where the ease	E
And prove Zeus' self the latent everywhere	J2
This is a dream but no dream let us hope	B2
That years and days the summers and the springs	E
Follow each other with unwaning powers	E
The grapes which dye thy wine are richer far	J2
Through culture than the wild wealth of the rock	K3
The suave plum than the savage tasted drupe	L3
The pastured honey bee drops choicer sweet	T
The flowers turn double and the leaves turn flowers	E
That young and tender crescent moon thy slave	M3
Sleeping above her robe as buoyed by clouds	E
Refines upon the women of my youth	N3
What and the soul alone deteriorates	E
I have not chanted verse like Homer no	J
Nor swept string like Terpander no nor carved	T
And painted men like Phidias and his friend	T
I am not great as they are point by point	T
But I have entered into sympathy	T
With these four running these into one soul	S2
Who separate ignored each other's art	T
Say is it nothing that I know them all	B3
The wild flower was the larger I have dashed	T
Rose blood upon its petals pricked its cup's	E
Honey with wine and driven its seed to fruit	T
And show a better flower if not so large	O3
I stand myself Refer this to the gods	E
Whose gift alone it is which shall I dare	J2
All pride apart upon the absurd pretext	T
That such a gift by chance lay in my hand	T
Discourse of lightly or depreciate	T
It might have fallen to another's hand what then	T2
I pass too surely let at least truth stay	W2
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And next of what thou followest on to ask	P3
This being with me as I declare O king	Q3
My works in all these varicoloured kinds	E
So done by me accepted so by men	T2
Thou askest if my soul thus in men's hearts	E
I must not be accounted to attain	R3
The very crown and proper end of life	S
Inquiring thence how now life closeth up	O
I face death with success in my right hand	T
Whether I fear death less than dost thyself	S
The fortunate of men For writest thou	G
Thou leavest much behind while I leave nought	T
Thy life stays in the poems men shall sing	Q3
The pictures men shall study while my life	S
Co	J

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