The Poet's Dream, VI

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
"'Listen friend, be loath to ascend
For worse things await than to die
Your world will have a bitter end
It will not be yours; the other does lie!'
And forgetting I, how I did respond
To his fierce and bitter query
My sight arose, and moved beyond
To new vision, a deeper theory."

And now to news he was drawn
And to it he did attend
By now his dream was all but gone
If not before it did send
Ahead of the poet a secret snare
A sudden jolt to remember new
Beyond there, each passing care
And his diligence renew.

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