The songs forbidden a serener clime?
Or had they universal audience—that's
To say, the folk of Croisic, ay, and Batz?"
XXIII
Open your ears! Each poet in his day
Had such a mighty moment of success
As pinnacled him straight, in full display,
For the whole world to worship—nothing less!
Was not the whole polite world Paris, pray?
And did not Paris, for one moment—yes,