For
he,
to
whom
we
had
applied
Our
shopman ' s
test
of
age
and
worth,
Was
elemental
when
he
died,
As
he
was
ancient
at
his
birth:
The
saddest
among
kings
of
earth,
Bowed
with
a
galling
crown,
this
man
Met
rancor
with
a
cryptic
mirth,
Laconic
and
Olympian.
The
love,
the
grandeur,
and
the
fame
Are
bounded
by
the
world
alone;
The
calm,
the
smouldering,
and
the
flame
Of
awful
patience
were
his
own
:
With
him
they
are
forever
flown
Past
all
our
fond
self-shadowings,
Wherewith
we
cumber
the
Unknown
As
with
inept,
Icarian
wings.
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