Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! br Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung br From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung br In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian br Of crystal portals through whose openings fan br The spiced winds which blew when earth was young, br Scattering wreaths of stars, as Jove once flung br A golden shower from heights cerulean. br Crumbled before thy majesty we bow. br Forget thy empurpled state, thy panoply br Of greatness, and be merciful and near; br A youth who trudged the highroad we tread now br Singing the miles behind him; so may we br Faint throbbings of thy music overhear.