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 9 E.P. ODE POUR L'ÉLECTION DE SON SÉPULCHRE

OR three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime" In the old sense. Wrong from the start—

No hardly, but, seeing he had been born In a half savage country, out of date; Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn; Capaneus; trout for factitious bait;

Ἴδμεν γάρ τοι πάνθ', ὅσ 'ένι Τροίη Caught in the unstopped ear; Giving the rocks small lee-way The chopped seas held him, therefore, that year.

His true Penelope was Flaubert, He fished by obstinate isles; Observed the elegance of Circe's hair Rather than the mottoes on sun-dials.

Unaffected by "the march of events," He passed from men's memory in l'an trentiesme De son eage; the case presents No adjunct to the Muses' diadem.