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Ye have heard how Marsyas, / In the folly of his pride, / Boasted of a matchless skill, -- / When the great god's back was turned;
How his fond imagining / Fell to ashes cold and grey, / When the flawless player came / In serenity and light.
So it was with those I loved / In the years ere I loved thee. / Many a saying sounds like truth, / Until Truth itself is heard.
Many a beauty only lives / Until Beauty passes by, / And the mortal is forgot / In the shadow of the god.