I knew a man in whom art lived and died, with genius flamed, full blown by passion's wind- whose tyrant heart, fierce, arrogant and proud still trod with kings the commonest of dust. O princely hand- mistaken prodigal- great pagan- we deign to lift to thee who challenged life- whose ardent zeal forever climbed and never feared to fall- one draught of pure and envious salute! Through pain thy courage opened wide the rift of God's infinity! Farewell, O soul.. on starlit seas adrift.