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The Realists
| Hope that you may understand! | | What can books of men that wive | | In a dragon-guarded land, | | Paintings
of the dolphin-drawn | | Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons | | Do, but awake a hope to live | | That had gone | | With the dragons? | | | | |
| | | | | Toil and grow rich, | | What’s that but to lie | | With a foul witch | | And after,
drained dry, | | To be brought | | To the chamber where | | Lies one long sought | | With despair? | | | | |
| What’s riches to him | | That has made a great peacock | | With the pride of his eye? | | The wind-beaten, stone-
grey, | | And desolate Three Rock | | Would nourish his whim. | | Live he or die | | Amid wet rocks and heather, | | His
ghost will be gay | | Adding feather to feather | | For the pride of his eye. |
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By PanEris
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