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not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit; Vex not thou the poet's mind; For thou can'st not fathom it. Clear and bright it should be ever, Flowing like a crystal river; Bright as light, and clear as wind.

Dark-brow'd sophist, come not anear: All the place is holy ground: Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here.