Don Quixote
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Madison Julius Cawein
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On receiving a bottle of Sherry Wine of the same name
WHAT 'blushing Hippocrene' is here! what fire
Of the 'warm South' with magic of old Spain! —
Through which again I seem to view the train
Of all Cervantes' dreams, his heart's desire:
The melancholy Knight, in gaunt attire
Of steel rides by upon the windmill-plain
With Sancho Panza by his side again,
While, heard afar, a swineherd from a byre
Winds a hoarse horn.
And all at once I see
The glory of that soul who rode upon
Impossible quests,— following a deathless dream
Of righted wrongs, that never were to be,—
Like many another champion who has gone
Questing a cause that perished like a dream.
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