Chapter 41 DEAD LANGUAGE.

'Thou dost not wisely, Bard.

A double voice is Truth's, to use at will:

One, with the abysmal scorn of good for ill,

Smiting the brutish ear with doctrine hard,

Wherein She strives to look as near a lie

As can comport with her divinity;

The other tender-soft as seem

The embraces of a dead Love in a dream.

These thoughts, whi