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Where is the scholar whose clear mind can hold
The floral text of one sweet April mead?-
The flowing lines, which few can spell indeed
Though most will note the scarlet and the gold
Around the flourishing capitals grandly scrolled;
But ah, the subtle cadences that need
The lover’s heart, the lover’s heart to read,
And ah, the songs unsung, the tales untold.

Poor fools-capped scholars-grammar keeps us close,
The primers thrall us, and our eyes grow dim:
When will old Master Science hear the call,
Bid us run free with life in every limb
To breathe the poems and hear the last red rose
Gossiping over God’s grey garden-wall?