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  He dreams and lives upon the day
 * When he shall walk with kings.

Vickery smiles—and well he may.
 * The life-caged linnet sings.

Vickery thinks the time will come
 * To go for what is his;

But hovering, unseen hands at home
 * Will hold him where he is.

There's a golden word that he never tells
 * And a gift that he will not show.

All to be given to some one else—
 * And Vickery not to know.



of a line accurst
 * And old as Troy,

Bringer of best and worst
 * In wild alloy—

Light, like a linnet first,
 * He sang for joy.

Thrall to the gilded ease
 * Of every day,

Mocker of all degrees
 * And always gay,

Child of the Cyclades
 * And of Broadway—

Laughing and half divine
 * The boy began,

Drunk with a woodland wine
 * Thessalian:

But there was rue to twine
 * The pipes of Pan.