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Marcellus, won't you tell us -- / Truly tell us, if you can, -- / What will you be, Marcellus, / When you get to be a man?
You turn, with never answer / But to the band that plays. -- / O rapt and eerie dancer, / What of your future days?
Far in the years before us / We dreamers see your fame, / While song and praise in chorus / Make music of your name.
And though our dreams foretell us / As only visions can, / You must prove it, O Marcellus, / When you get to be a man!