I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eye As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
The speaker imagines his song—his poetic voice—as a coat embroidered from top to bottom with old mythologies. He is annoyed that “fools” have taken that coat and worn it in public as though they had made it themselves. Instead of fighting to get it back, he tells his song to let them keep it.
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