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Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear / From my glad bosom, -- now from gloominess / I mount for ever -- not an atom less / Than the proud laurel shall content my bier.
No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here / In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my temples press / Apollo's very leaves, woven to bless / By thy white fingers and thy spirit clear.
Lo! who dares say, "Do this? " Who dares call down / My will from its high purpose? Who say, "Stand,"
Or "Go? " This mighty moment I would frown / On abject Caesars -- not the stoutest band / Of mailèd heroes should tear off my crown:
Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand!