More valour and more grace the poet's art
Hath giv'n to thee, more courage, than was thine;
Thou hadst but mortal longings in thy heart:
Thou wast a Man. He fashion'd thee divine.
Betimes the hero stumbles on his path,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd.Belike of earthy temper was thy wrath,
Nor with the raging fires of godhead brimm'd.
Yet thou hast dream'd, and dar'd, and thou hast done,
And why are mortal hands accounted low?
Who once has gaz'd upon the noonday sun,
Hath solace in the hearth he us'd to know.
If thou couldst not to mortal blood confess,
Thy deeds were equal, and thy spirit less.
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