Caliban
Since man with his own heart must feel,
With his own eyes must see,
He makes the world in which he dwells
Or good or bad to be.
From his own substance, he secretes
His own enclosing shell,
And shapes the voices from without
That must life's meanings tell.
And, if the wondrous world is small
And mean to Caliban,
We only need to turn and ask,
What is it to a man?
With his own eyes must see,
He makes the world in which he dwells
Or good or bad to be.
From his own substance, he secretes
His own enclosing shell,
And shapes the voices from without
That must life's meanings tell.
And, if the wondrous world is small
And mean to Caliban,
We only need to turn and ask,
What is it to a man?
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