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Wherewith change ends. What change to dread When, disengaged at last from every veil, instead Of type remains the truth? once--falsehood: but anon Theosuton e broteion eper kekramenon, Something as true as soul is true, though veils between Prove false and fleet away. As I mean, did he mean, The poet whose bird-phrase sits, singing in my ear A mystery not unlike? What through the dark and drear Brought comfort to the Titan? Emerging from the lymph, "God, man, or mixture" proved only to be a nymph: "From whom the clink on clink of metal" (money, judged Abundant in my purse) "struck" (bumped at, till it budged) "The modesty, her soul's habitual resident" (Where late the sisterhood were lively in their tent) "As out of wingèd car" (that caravan on wheels) "Impulsively she rushed, no slippers to her heels," And "Fear not, friends we flock!" soft smiled the sea-Fifine-- Primitive of the veils (if he meant what I mean) The poet's Titan learned to lift, ere "Three-formed Fate, Moirai Trimorphoi" stood unmasked the Ultimate.