On Re-reading Telemaque

" Calypso could not console herself. "

I PLACE thee back upon thy shelf.
O Fenelon, how scant thy knowledge,
Who seemed as Solomon himself
To me, a callow youth at college!

No need to say thou wert a priest;
No need to own that I am human;
Mine this advantage is — at least
I've learned the alphabet of Woman.

And yet but half the truth is told:
I do thee wrong, sagacious Mentor, —
Calypso could not be consoled
Until another man was sent her!
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