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THOUGH life should come / With all its marshalled honours, trump and drum, / To proffer you the captaincy of some / Resounding exploit, that shall fill / Man's pulses with commemorative thrill, / And be a banner to far battle days / For truths unrisen upon untrod ways, / What would your answer be, / O heart once brave? / _Seek otherwhere; for me,_ / _I watch beside a grave._
Though to some shining festival of thought / The sages call you from steep citadel / Of bastioned argument, whose rampart gained / Yields the pure vision passionately sought, / In dreams known well, / But never yet in wakefulness attained, / How should you answer to their summons, save: / _I watch beside a grave? _