DOI article:
Dobson, Austin: Sat est scripsisse
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21215#0147
By Austin Dobson 143
" They knew not, nor cared greatly, if they were spark or star,
They knew to move is somewhat, although the goal be far ;
And larger light or lesser, this thing at least is clear,—
They served the Muses truly, their Service was sincere.
" This tattered page you see, Sir, is all that now remains
(Yes, fourpence is the lowest !) of all those pleasant pains ;
And as for him that read it, and as for him that wrote,—
No Golden Book enrolls them among its 'Names of Note.'
" And yet they had their office. Though they to-day are passed,
They marched in that procession where is no flrst or last;
Though cold is now their hoping, though they no more aspire,
They, too, had once their ardour :—they handed on the fire."
" They knew not, nor cared greatly, if they were spark or star,
They knew to move is somewhat, although the goal be far ;
And larger light or lesser, this thing at least is clear,—
They served the Muses truly, their Service was sincere.
" This tattered page you see, Sir, is all that now remains
(Yes, fourpence is the lowest !) of all those pleasant pains ;
And as for him that read it, and as for him that wrote,—
No Golden Book enrolls them among its 'Names of Note.'
" And yet they had their office. Though they to-day are passed,
They marched in that procession where is no flrst or last;
Though cold is now their hoping, though they no more aspire,
They, too, had once their ardour :—they handed on the fire."