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O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute!
Fair plumèd Syren, Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on this wintry day, / Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:
Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute, / Betwixt damnation and impassion'd clay, / Must I burn through; once more humbly assay / The bitter sweet of this Shakespearean fruit:
Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion, / Begetters of our deep eternal theme!
When through the old oak forest I am gone, / Let me not wander in a barren dream, / But when I am consumèd in the Fire, / Give me new Phœnix-wings to fly at my desire.