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Rh Assume the cloak, the wallet and the staff, To haunt the Painted Porch and Academe So I may make me worthier of you.

Brother, your body is a living joy, I love you for your stainless sanity, And so that ages hence the world may know What was a gallant Roman at his prime, I pray some Myron come to earth again With bronze or marble immortality To brace your muscles in a strenuous game, Wrestling, running, heaving high the disk, Binding the parsley fillet on your brow, Shedding your smile through centuries to come.

(Takes her hand):

May still you hold me for a froward boy As you would have me, only bid me be And love shall teach me likeness to the type.