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O poet of the time to be,
My conqueror, I began for thee. / Enter into thy poet's pain, / And take the riches of the rain, / And make the perfect year for me.
Thou unto whom my lyre shall fall, / Whene'er thou comest, hear my call. / O, keep the promise of my lays, / Take the sweet parable of my days; / I trust thee with the aim of all.
And if thy thoughts unfold from me, / Know that I too have hints of thee, / Dim hopes that come across my mind / In the rare days of warmer wind, / And tones of summer in the sea.
And I have set thy paths, I guide / Thy blossoms on the wild hillside. / And I, thy bygone poet, share / The flowers that throng thy feet where / I led thy feet before I died.