Which proves you just a man—is that gone too?

Pity to disconcert one versed as you

In fate's ill-nature! but its full extent

Eludes Sordello, even: the veil rent,

Read the black writing—that collective man

Outstrips the individual! Who began

The last of each series of workmen

The acknowledged greatnesses? Ay, your own art

Shall serve us: put the poet's mimes apart—

Close with the poet's self, and lo, a dim