Sir, since the last Elizabethan died,
Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse,
Blind with much light, passed to the light more glorious
Or deeper blindness, no man's hand, as thine,
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Ears satiate With the clamorous, timorous whisperings of to-day, Thrilled to perceive once more the spacious voice. a great poem indeed.. thank u. tony
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