I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
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A wily man indeed, with his cheeky references to Don Quixote. Oh, I love Ezra Pound.