Amor Intellectualis by Oscar Wilde — Read

Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly / And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown / From antique reeds to common folk unknown:

And often launched our bark upon that sea / Which the nine Muses hold in empery, / And ploughed free furrows through the wave and foam, / Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home / Till we had freighted well our argosy.

Of which despoilèd treasures these remain, / Sordello's passion, and the honeyed line / Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine / Driving his pampered jades, and more than these, / The seven-fold vision of the Florentine, / And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.