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 Fused with inseparable obscure alloy

Celestial metal, which would else have been

The fabric of a seething instrument

That might have overflowed with other fire

Brought falling from ethereal distances.

It might, I say, cleaving inveterately

To my conviction that in this man’s going

More went than when in Venice went the last

Authentic wizard, who in his house of sound

Hears not the siege of Time. Failing a way

To prove that one obscure evangelist,

Beating a drum and shouting for the Lord,

Not only might have been (to fill again

That weary sieve with wine) but was in fact

A giant among fewer than half your fingers

Of Jubel’s clan,—and surely having given