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Assume the cloak, the wallet and the staff,
To haunt the Painted Porch and Academe
So I may make me worthier of you.
Theonöe:
Brother, your body is a living joy,
I love you for your stainless sanity,
And so that ages hence the world may know
What was a gallant Roman at his prime,
I pray some Myron come to earth again
With bronze or marble immortality
To brace your muscles in a strenuous game,
Wrestling, running, heaving high the disk,
Binding the parsley fillet on your brow,
Shedding your smile through centuries to come.
Flavian.(Takes her hand):
May still you hold me for a froward boy
As you would have me, only bid me be
And love shall teach me likeness to the type.
