  ALL over the world we sing of Fame, Bright as a bubble, and hollow; With a breath men make it and give it a name; All over the world they sing the same, And the beautiful bubble follow. Its rounded, splendid, gossamer walls Hide more than our fairy fancies: For here, in the vaulted, antique halls, ’Mid oriel splendours, a light foot falls, And men will do for a glancing eye, And foot that tarries never, More, far more than look and sigh; For men will fight, and man will die, But follow it on for ever. James Herbert Morse. |
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