.If it seems my spirit's fled,
Consecrate this unkempt head
Upon which so much rode 'til then
When all that could be said was said
And will to win was paper-thin.
Oh, where was will to spine desire?
Could not this slumping fool go higher?
Blessed with one year and a day,
I.
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