New at IWP Books: Leonard Bacon, 1935, The Voyage of Autoleon: A Fanstatic Epic.

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Till Leonymus cried out: “To this self-pity, how much longer will you cleave?
“Though the universe die round us not vain is the passion of the soul.
“Without the wound, it may be the wounded man could never be whole.
“Though Achilles were a cowardly hireling, the fair Helen but a jade,
“And our souls undone for that, the dream is in us whereby they are remade.
“To the height and the depth the wound draws me. Thrice blessed the spear.
“Our hope was most false in the great battle. So now is the fear
“That has smitten us all and has robbed us of all beauty and worth.
“For here once was beauty. The Undying shall not perish from the earth.
“It shall live in a song or in a gesture, in a sorrow that is sore,
“Or haply in their vision that endeavor to discover it once more.”
And we pushed out the galley from the sea-beach and departed from the shore.
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