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OBERON
I. Conceive that Perfect Man, to whom we tend, / The great Inheritor, on some sheer cape / Between the morn and morn-bright main: a shape / Wherein dead racer and dead wrestler blend / In living speed and power. Dead sages send / Their wisdom's wine, matured like juice of grape, / His heart to strengthen. Songs his lips escape / That silenced lips of long-dead singers lend.