<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN>
<h2><i>DON QUIXOTE</i></h2>
<h3><i>On receiving a bottle of Sherry Wine of the same name</i></h3>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What "blushing Hippocrene" is here! what fire<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of the "warm South" with magic of old Spain!—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Through which again I seem to view the train<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of all Cervantes' dreams, his heart's desire:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The melancholy Knight, in gaunt attire<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of steel rides by upon the windmill-plain<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With Sancho Panza by his side again,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While, heard afar, a swineherd from a byre<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Winds a hoarse horn.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i22">And all at once I see<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The glory of that soul who rode upon<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Impossible quests,—following a deathless dream<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of righted wrongs, that never were to be,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Like many another champion who has gone<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Questing a cause that perished like a dream.<br/></span></div>
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />