Excerpt from A Poet's Last Songs
Once a little song I made In a garden as I strayed, On the myrtle leaves in morning dew I traced it; But by noontide not a line Found I of that song of mine, Where the finger of the sunbeam had effaced it.
Then in scorn of self I laughed, And forswore the Poet's craft, And I turned from Love, the Poet's lord and master, Yea, I turned and fled away, But he followed me all day; When I fled, he always followed me the faster.
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