When these sweet spirits, my most faithful friends, No longer fill my reservoirs of song, And pass me by as one whose work is finished. To help new poets who are young and strong – Then, like a man that's blind, whose ears acquire A double strength, to follow every sound, So shall I triumph in another's voice, And hear more clear, since my own tongue is bound. Who are these spirits, that have not yet failed To fill my reservoirs of light and song? Helped by their love, all scratches, cuts and wounds Close up like water, when the times go wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS SUBWAY by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN |