Still must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such things as flowers and song and you; Still as of old his being give In Beauty's name, while she may live, Beauty that may not die as long As there are flowers and you and song.Anonymous
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As of old, the poet will remain in a barren attic that is cold and bleak, but he will still create poetry. The poet will continue to create poetry as long as there are flowers, song, and you. The poet will not give up on these things as long as he can be surrounded by beauty. He will wait for the day when beauty may die, but he will never give up on beauty.
Source: A Few Figs From Thistles
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