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King Alexander!

And did he speak? Was't Greek? What said he then?

No word. You understand my science ill

Who think I raise the dead. The dead are dead.

They lie who say that Iamblicus once wrought

Centurions of Cæsar out of air,

That battled and were stricken and could strike.

The dead are dead;—but metaphysic knows

How smoke may shine like armor and be blown

To features of dead kings. 'Tis so with all

Man knows or ever shall know to the end.

Mind shall be king, shall break in through the glass

That shows itself, itself; shall analyse

And test and know and fashion into word

The thing that Is; but no thought ever shall,

Until this siderated sphere be burst