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Hic On the grey sand beside the shallow stream	A
Under your old wind beaten tower where still	B
A lamp burns on beside the open book	C
That Michael Robartes left you walk in the moon	D
And though you have passed the best of life still trace	E
Enthralled by the unconquerable delusion	F
Magical shapes	G
	-
Ille By the help of an image	H
I call to my own opposite summon all	I
That I have handled least least looked upon	J
	-
Hic And I would find myself and not an image	H
	-
Ille That is our modern hope and by its light	K
We have lit upon the gentle sensitive mind	L
And lost the old nonchalance of the hand	M
Whether we have chosen chisel pen or brush	N
We are but critics or but half create	O
Timid entangled empty and abashed	P
Lacking the countenance of our friends	Q
	-
Hic And yet	R
The chief imagination of Christendom	S
Dante Alighieri so utterly found himself	T
That he has made that hollow face of his	U
More plain to the mind's eye than any face	E
But that of Christ	V
	-
Ille And did he find himself	T
Or was the hunger that had made it hollow	W
A hunger for the apple on the bough	X
Most out of reach and is that spectral image	H
The man that Lapo and that Guido knew	Y
I think he fashioned from his opposite	Z
An image that might have been a stony face	E
Staring upon a Bedouin's horse hair roof	A2
From doored and windowed cliff or half upturned	Z
Among the coarse grass and the camel dung	B2
He set his chisel to the hardest stone	C2
Being mocked by Guido for his lecherous life	D2
Derided and deriding driven out	Z
To climb that stair and eat that bitter bread	Z
He found the unpersuadable justice he found	Z
The most exalted lady loved by a man	E2
	-
Hic Yet surely there are men who have made their art	Z
Out of no tragic war lovers of life	D2
Impulsive men that look for happiness	F2
And sing when t hey have found it	Z
	-
Ille No not sing	G2
For those that love the world serve it in action	F
Grow rich popular and full of influence	H2
And should they paint or write still it is action	F
The struggle of the fly in marmalade	Z
The rhetorician would deceive his neighbours	H2
The sentimentalist himself while art	Z
Is but a vision of reality	Z
What portion in the world can the artist have	I2
Who has awakened from the common dream	A
But dissipation and despair	J2
	-
Hic And yet	Z
No one denies to Keats love of the world	Z
Remember his deliberate happiness	H2
	-
Ille His art is happy but who knows his mind	Z
I see a schoolboy when I think of him	K2
With face and nose pressed to a sweet shop window	Z
For certainly he sank into his grave	L2
His senses and his heart unsatisfied	Z
And made being poor ailing and ignorant	Z
Shut out from all the luxury of the world	Z
The coarse bred son of a livery stable keeper	M2
Luxuriant song	N2
	-
Hic Why should you leave the lamp	O2
Burning alone beside an open book	C
And trace these characters upon the sands	H2
A style is found by sedentary toil	P2
And by the imitation of great masters	H2
	-
Ille Because I seek an image not a book	C
Those men that in their writings are most wise	H2
Own nothing but their blind stupefied hearts	H2
I call to the mysterious one who yet	Z
Shall walk the wet sands by the edge of the stream	A
And look most like me being indeed my double	Q2
And prove of all imaginable things	H2
The most unlike being my anti self	T
And standing by these characters disclose	H2
All that I seek and whisper it as though	Z
He were afraid the birds who cry aloud	Z
Their momentary cries before it is dawn	R2
Would carry it away to blasphemous men	S2

William Butler Yeats

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