LIBRETTO Yet Ere the season died a-cold Borne upon a zephyr's shoulder I rose through the aureate sky Lawes and Jenkins guard thy rest Dolmetsch ever be thy guest, Has he tempered the viol's wood To enforce both the grave and the acute? Has he curved us the bowl of the lute? Lawes and Jenkins guard thy rest Dolmetsch ever be thy guest, Hast 'ou fashioned so airy a mood To draw up leaf from the root? Hast 'ou found a cloud so light As seemed neither mist nor shade? Then resolve me, tell me aright If Waller sang or Dowland played. Your eyen two wol sleye me sodenly I may the beauté of hem nat susteyene And for 180 years almost nothing. Ed ascoltando il leggier mormorio there came new subtlety of eyes into my tent, whether of spirit or hypostasis, but what the blindfold hides or at carneval nor any pair showed anger Saw but the eyes and stance between the eyes, colour, diastasis, careless or unaware it had not the whole tent's room nor was place for the full interpass, penetrate casting but shade beyond the other lights sky's clear night's sea green of the mountain pool shone from the unmasked eyes in half-mask's space. What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell, What thou lovest well is thy true heritage What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee The ant's a centaur in his dragon world. Pull down thy vanity, it is not man Made courage, or made order, or made grace, Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. Learn of the green world what can be thy place In scaled invention or true artistry, Pull down thy vanity, Paquin pull down! The green casque has outdone your elegance. "Master thyself, then others shall thee beare" Pull down thy vanity Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail, A swollen magpie in a fitful sun, Half black half white Nor knowst'ou wing from tail Pull down thy vanity How mean thy hates Fostered in falsity, Pull down thy vanity, Rathe to destroy, niggard in charity, Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. But to have done instead of not doing This is not vanity To have, with decency, knocked That a Blunt should open To have gathered from the air a live tradition or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame this is not vanity. Here error is all in the not done, all in the diffidence that faltered . . .