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Edwin Arlington Robinson - For Some Poems by Matthew Arnold
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Sweeping the chords of Hellas with firm hand, 
He wakes lost echoes from song`s classic shore, 
And brings their crystal cadence back once more 
To touch the clouds and sorrows of a land 
Where God`s truth, cramped and fettered with a band 
Of iron creeds, he cheers with golden lore 
Of heroes and the men that long before 
Wrought the romance of ages yet unscanned. 

Still does a cry through sad Valhalla go 
For Balder, pierced with Lok`s unhappy spray — 
For Balder, all but spared by Frea`s charms; 
And still does art`s imperial vista show, 
On the hushed sands of Oxus, far away, 
Young Sohrab dying in his father`s arms.
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