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There all the crowned Hellenic heads, and there
The old gods who made men godlike as they were,
     The lyric lips wherefrom all songs take fire,
Live eyes, and light of Apollonian hair.

There round the sovereign passion of that lyre
Which the stars hear and tremble with desire,
     The ninefold light Pierian is made one
That hère we see divided, and aspire,

Seeing, after this or that crown to be won ;
But where they hear the singing of the sun
     All form, all sound, all colour and all thought
Are as one body and soul in unison.

There the song sung shines as a picture wrought,
The painted mouths sing that on earth say nought,
     The carven limbs have sense of blood and growth
And large-eyed life that seeks nor lacks not aught.

There all the music of thy living mouth
Lives, and all loves wrought of thine hand in youth
     And bound about the breasts and brows with gold
And coloured pale or dusk from north or south.

Fair living things made to thy will of old,
Born of thy lips, no births of mortal mould,
     That in the world of song about thee wait
Where thought and truth are one and manifold.