"I AM not as these are," the poet saith In youth's pride, and the painter, among men At bay, where never pencil comes nor pen, And shut about with his own frozen breath. To others, for whom only rhyme wins faith As poets,--only paint as painters,--then He turns in the cold silence; and again Shrinking, "I am not as these are," he saith. And say that this is so, what follows it? For were thine eyes set backwards in thine head, Such words were well; but they see on, and far. Unto the lights of the great Past, new-lit Fair for the Future's track, look thou instead,-- Say thou instead, "I am not as these are." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS PORTRAIT SONNETS: 3 by HENRY BELLAMANN ECHOES OF SPRING: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE KAKEMONO by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN TRUST YOU MUST by JULIUS C BRUTTO SHELTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |