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No one could play it—the second time—
But the Composer—perfect Mozart—
Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme!And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it takes the stroke and timeThou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:So I worked as he suggested (I believe in taking time),
And I burnt the ‘midnight taper’ while I straightened up the rhyme.OH, what shall be the burden of our rhyme,
And what shall be our ditty when the blossom’s on the lime?Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?And men shall file away with prose and rhyme
To sharpen me, the foremost file of time."In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time."
So said, his erewhile timid lips grew bold,
And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme:Of the old colonial time,
May be found in prose the legend
That is here set down in rhyme.62 A fragrance of earth's beauty, and the chime
63 Of gentle and imperishable rhyme.But though I pass before my time,
And perish in the grale and grime,
Maybe you'll have a little rhymeYour epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His fearsome aid in rune and rhyme.Through paint and prose and rhyme--
When Nature in her nakedness
Defeats us every time?Thus, once on a time;
And moreover he tasked me
To tell him in rhyme.Is it strange that in time these outrages should prime
The neighbours with ire and profanity dread?
And at every crime, with good reason and rhyme,Just any little rhyme
In any little timeOf princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.Songs we have written, blood within the rhyme
Beating, as when Old England still was glad, —
The purple, rich Elizabethan time.And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
Ecstatic heights in thought and rhyme.