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Red drips from my chin where I have been eating
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth
Clots of red mess my
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how

In time and measure perfect moves All Art whose aim is sure;
Evolving rhyme and stars divine Have rules, and they endure
Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right, And, warring so, prevailed,
In geometric beauty curved, And in an orb...

To fight aloud, is very brave -
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvalry of Wo -