Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
For thee there are no epic battles fought:
Thou hast a kinder and a gentler fate.
Regret not that thou hast no gallant knight,
Nor sigh for duels told for aye in song;-
Thou shalt not go unsung into the night.
Though beauty fleets, thy beauty shall be long.
Thou shalt not plunge a House in death and blood,
Nor see thy nation torn in battle's rage;
No thousand ships shall ride the Spartan flood
To write thy story on a darksome page.
Thou art no fair to harrow and destroy:
Thou art the fair of wisdom and of joy.
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