Clearlier

As we go further, we shall see clearlier what to judge of him.

Clearlier sings / No bird to its couched corpse: “Into the truth of things— / Out of their falseness rise, and reach thou, and remain!”

Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still, / Sing truer or no longer sing!

O poet whom Apollo taught to sing / And gave the lyre antique whose muted string / Sang never clearlier than at thy sweep / Of hand the bright, deep, mighty thanes asleep / In memory and long forgot, arise / And visit with thy rare, immediate eyes, / Thy diadem of sky, thy robing air, / Thy throne of earth, and hear thy granted prayer, / The sea, awaited minstrel of thy court, / Before thee eloquently echoing / Thy long desire!