[00:17.152]It is time that I wrote my will;
[00:20.652]I choose upstanding men
[00:23.403]That climb the streams until
[00:26.153]The fountain leap, and at dawn
[00:29.653]Drop their cast at the side
[00:31.654]Of dripping stone; I declare
[00:35.654]They shall inherit my pride,
[00:37.904]The pride of people that were
[00:40.154]Bound neither to
[00:41.404]Cause nor to State.
[00:44.404]Neither to slaves that were spat on,
[00:47.154]Nor to the tyrants that spat,
[00:50.904]The people of Burke and of Grattan
[00:53.904]That gave, though free to refuse —
[00:55.655]Pride, like that of the morn,
[00:59.905]When the headlong light is loose,
[01:03.155]Or that of the fabulous horn,
[01:06.406]Or that of the sudden shower
[01:08.405]When all streams are dry,
[01:11.406]Or that of the hour
[01:13.656]When the swan must fix his eye
[01:16.906]Upon a fading gleam,
[01:20.156]Float out upon a long
[01:22.656]Last reach of glittering stream
[01:26.656]And there sing his last song.
[01:31.407]And I declare my faith:
[01:34.657]I mock Plotinus’ thought
[01:37.407]And cry in Plato’s teeth,
[01:40.907]Death and life were not
[01:43.657]Till man made up the whole,
[01:47.409]Made lock, stock and barrel
[01:50.908]Out of his bitter soul,
[01:53.659]Aye, sun and moon and star, all,
[01:57.659]And further add to that
[02:00.659]That, being dead, we rise,
[02:03.908]Dream and so create
[02:06.659]Translunar paradise.
[02:11.910]I have prepared my peace
[02:14.910]With learned Italian things
[02:18.161]And the proud stones of Greece,
[02:21.910]Poet’s imaginings
[02:24.660]And memories of love,
[02:27.911]Memories of the words of women,
[02:31.912]All those things whereof
[02:34.660]Man makes a superhuman,
[02:37.911]Mirror-resembling dream.