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giants are fair days and hours of ease,
 * Wherein I seem
 * Adrift upon a stream

Of luring, lulling phantasies
 * In some enchanted dream.

More to be welcomed were the battle-plain,
 * Where drum and fife
 * Call to the deadly strife,

For coward self may there be slain,
 * The hero brought to life.