The poet roams at will where heartsease grows; He dwells in haunts of beauty all his days; The joy of love in all its moods he knows; His heart responds to all of nature's ways. He speaks for men the words they could not find; He feels the grief of all who see death's face; He only has the mother's joy divined, Sorrow of lovers in a last embrace. Dream-emperor in a world of dreams avowed; A welcome guest wherever fairies be; His heart goes sailing on a summer cloud, And wears a mantle of white ecstasy. If poets had no other meed but this, On them has been bestowed Apollo's kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CAFE TORTONI ('81) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO AN UNSEEN BIRD by KATHLEEN REA BRAID |