Lines Written in Recapitulation

I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beast
In charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ear, not in the least
Appearance, to my handsome prophecies, which here I ponder 
    and put by.

I am left simpler, less encumbered, by the consciousness that I 
    shall by no pebble in my dirty sling avail 
To slay one purple giant four feet high and distribute arms
    among his tall attendants, who spit at his name
    when spitting on the ground:
They will be found one day 
Prone where they fell, or dead sitting—and pock-marked wall
Supporting the beautiful back straight as an oak before it is old.

I have learned to fail. And I have had my say.
Yet shall I sing until my voice crack (this being my leisure, this 
    my holiday)
That man was a special thing, and no commodity, a thing im-
    proper to be sold.