Are withering wings, and wings in bud.”
“Alas, thine eye with clay is sealed.”
—“Symbol, before the clay’s denial,
While yet I had a god’s espial,
I saw thee in a solar field!”
“Nay: I am Fact.”—“Then lose thy praise;
And lest to-day no song behoove thee,
Lest mine impeach thee, or reprove thee,
Ah, Symbol, Symbol! go thy ways.”