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 Envoy


 * The young men leap, and toss their golden hair,
 * Run round the land, or sail across the seas:
 * But one was stricken with a sore disease,
 * The lean and swarthy poet of despair.


 * Know me, the slave of fear and death and shame,
 * A sad Comedian, a most tragic Fool,
 * Shallow, imperfect, fashioned without rule,
 * The doubtful shadow of a demon flame.

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