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- THE PEOPLE
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- "WHAT have I earned for all that work,' I said,
- 'For all that I have done at my own charge?
- The daily spite of this unmannerly town,
- Where who has served the most is most defaned,
- The reputation of his lifetime lost
- Between the night and morning. I might have lived,
- And you know well how great the longing has been,
- Where every day my footfall Should have lit
- In the green shadow of Ferrara wall;
- Or climbed among the images of the past --
- The unperturbed and courtly images --
- Evening and morning, the steep street of Urbino
- To where the Duchess and her people talked
- The stately midnight through until they stood
- In their great window looking at the dawn;
- I might have had no friend that could not mix
- Courtesy and passion into one like those
- That saw the wicks grow yellow in the dawn;
- I might have used the one substantial right
- My trade allows: chosen my company,
- And chosen what scenery had pleased me best.
- Thereon my phoenix answered in reproof,
- "The drunkards, pilferers of public funds,
- All the dishonest crowd I had driven away,
- When my luck changed and they dared meet my face,
- Crawled from obscurity, and set upon me
- Those I had served and some that I had fed;
- Yet never have I, now nor any time,
- Complained of the people.'
- All I could reply
- Was: "You, that have not lived in thought but deed,
- Can have the purity of a natural force,
- But I, whose virtues are the definitions
- Of the analytic mind, can neither close
- The eye of the mind nor keep my tongue from speech.'
- And yet, because my heart leaped at her words,
- I was abashed, and now they come to mind
- After nine years, I sink my head abashed.
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