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If I die solvent-die, that is to say, In full possession of my critical mind, / Not having cast, to keep the wolves at bay
In this dark wood-till all be flung behind- Wit, courage, honour, pride, oblivion
Of the red eyeball and the yellow tooth; Nor sweat nor howl nor break into a run
When loping Death's upon me in hot sooth;
'Twill be that in my honoured hands I bear
What's under no condition to be spilled
Till my blood spills and hardens in the air:
An earthen grail, a humble vessel filled
To its low brim with water from that brink
Where Shakespeare, Keats and Chaucer learned to drink.