| ONLY a starveling singer seeks | |
| The stuff of songs among the Greeks. | |
| Juno is old, | |
| Jove's loves are cold; | |
| Tales over-told. | 5 |
| By a new risen Attic stream | |
| A mortal singer dreamed a dream. | |
| Fixed he not Fancy's habitation, | |
| Nor set in bonds Imagination. | |
| There are new waters, and a new Humanity. | 10 |
| For all old myths give us the dream to be. | |
| We are outwearied with Persephone; | |
| Rather than her, we'll sing Reality. | |