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"Farewell, Romance! " the Cave-men said; / "With bone well carved he went away, / Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, / And jasper tips the spear to-day. / Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance, / And he with these. Farewell, Romance!"
"Farewell, Romance! " the Lake-folk sighed; / "We lift the weight of flatling years; / The caverns of the mountain-side / Hold him who scorns our hutted piers. / Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell, / Guard ye his rest. Romance, farewell!"