<h3><SPAN name="A_LIKENESS" id="A_LIKENESS"></SPAN>A LIKENESS<br/> <span class="subhd">(PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME)</span></h3>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">I</span>n every line a supple beauty—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The restless head a little bent—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The unseeing eyes of discontent.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I often come to sit beside him,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">This youth who passed and left no trace<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of good or ill that did betide him,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Save the disdain upon his face.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The hope of all his House, the brother<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Adored, the golden-hearted son,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whom Fortune pampered like a mother;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And then—a shadow on the sun.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whether he followed Caesar’s trumpet,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Or chanced the riskier game at home<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To find how favour played the strumpet<br/></span>
<span class="i4">In fickle politics at Rome;<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Whether he dreamed a dream in Asia<br/></span>
<span class="i4">He never could forget by day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or gave his youth to some Aspasia,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Or gamed his heritage away—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Once lost, across the Empire’s border<br/></span>
<span class="i4">This man would seek his peace in vain;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">His look arraigns a social order<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Somehow entrammelled with his pain.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</SPAN></span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">“The dice of gods are always loaded”;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">One gambler, arrogant as they,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Fierce, and by fierce injustice goaded,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Left both his hazard and the play.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Incapable of compromises,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Unable to forgive or spare,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The strange awarding of the prizes<br/></span>
<span class="i4">He had no fortitude to bear.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Tricked by the forms of things material,—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The solid-seeming arch and stone,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The noise of war, the pomp Imperial,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The heights and depths about a throne—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He missed, among the shapes diurnal,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The old, deep-travelled road from pain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The thoughts of men, which are eternal,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">In which, eternal, men remain.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>Ritratto D’ignoto</i>; defying<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Things unsubstantial as a dream—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An empire, long in ashes lying—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">His face still set against the stream—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Yes, so he looked, that gifted brother<br/></span>
<span class="i4">I loved, who passed and left no trace,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Not even—luckier than this other—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">His sorrow in a marble face.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</SPAN></span></div>
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