PARADOX

 I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle, 
Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory: 
Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile, 
And Ariel, proud prince of minstrelsy, 
Who did forsake the sunset for my tower 
And like a star above my slumber burned.
 
The night was held in silver chains by power 
Of melody, in which all longings yearned-- 
Star-grasping youth in one wild strain expressed, 
Tender as dawn, insistent as the tide; 
The heart of night and summer stood confessed.
 
I rose aglow and flung the lattice wide-- 
Ah, jest of art, what mockery and pang! 
Alack, it was poor Caliban who sang.

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