
Herewith an ancient Grecian urn,
An ancient spirit of an unknown poet
Pines for the Divine Mania to inurn
The Great Four Madnesses as yet.
Against a Circle of Time ever more,
His pursuit of the Great Mania restless
And undead forever haunting thereafter
Circles an epicycle orb in orb timeless.
The Religious Madness from Dionysius β He knows no believing.
The Poetic Madness from the Muses β He looks to elsewhere.
The Madness of Love from Aphrodite β He experiences no feeling.
The Pythiaβs Inspiration from Apollo β He turns to elsewhere.
Wherefore the poet runs after the Great Mania,
The delusion of Perfection still orbits the urn
In a room of Ancient Gallery of misty panorama
Of the incessant enthusiasm for the Great to yearn.

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