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And those that build them again are gay.

Those Chinamen climb towards, and I

Every discoloration of the stone,

There struts Hamlet, there is Lear,

Camel-back; horse-back, ass-back, mule-back,

Or lofty slope where it still snows

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On their own feet they came, or On shipboard,

All things fall and are built again,

It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.

Of poets that are always gay,

Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,

Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.

Are carved in lapis lazuli,

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Yet they, should the last scene be there,

Do not break up their lines to weep.

When sea-wind swept the corner, stands;

Old civilisations put to the sword.

There, on the mountain and the sky,

Thats Ophelia, that Cordelia;

Accomplished fingers begin to play.

A symbol of longevity;

On all the tragic scene they stare.

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The great stage curtain about to drop,

Aeroplane and Zeppelin will come out.

Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.

Seems a water-course or an avalanche,

I HAVE heard that hysterical women say

And all the drop-scenes drop at once

His long lamp-chimney shaped like the stem

They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.

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That if nothing drastic is done

Gaiety transfiguring all that dread.

All men have aimed at, found and lost;

Made draperies that seemed to rise

Black out; Heaven blazing into the head:

Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages,

Delight to imagine them seated there;

Every accidental crack or dent,

Though doubtless plum or cherry-branch

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Then they and their wisdom went to rack:

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If worthy their prominent part in the play,

Two Chinamen, behind them a third,

Until the town lie beaten flat.

Over them flies a long-legged bird,

They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay;

All perform their tragic play,

Sweetens the little half-way house