Amor Intellectualis

Oscar Wilde

          Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly
            And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
            From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
          And often launched our bark upon that sea
          Which the nine Muses hold in empery,
            And ploughed free furrows through the wave and foam,
            Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home
          Till we had freighted well our argosy.
          Of which despoild treasures these remain,
            Sordello's passion, and the honied line
          Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine
            Driving his pampered jades, and more than these,
          The seven-fold vision of the Florentine,
            And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.

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