TELL me, what is a poet's thought? Is it on the sudden born? Is it from the starlight caught? Is it by the tempest taught, Or by whispering morn? Was it cradled in the brain? Chain'd awhile, or nurs'd in night? Was it wrought with toil and pain? Did it bloom and fade again, Ere it burst to light? No more question of its birth: Rather love its better part! 'T is a thing of sky and earth, Gathering all its golden worth From the Poet's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 48 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IMPOSSIBILITIES by ABRAHAM COWLEY OLD FRIENDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PROVER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BRANDED HEART by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |