Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE GOLDEN DEMON, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER



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THE GOLDEN DEMON, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The golden demon stept into my room
Last Line: "remember, without me thou couldst not write!"


The golden demon stept into my room,
And said: "Without me would be helpless gloom.
Thou knowest ease and lust and pain and tears:
Without me like mechanical cogs thy years
Would pass until the wheel, thy soul, had done
Its futile grinding-out beneath the sun.
Life would be but a tale of figures cast
For adding, washed away before the last
Meaningless integer were set unto
What went before, and thou couldst laugh anew,
Or ask, 'What did my toil accomplish here?
Nothing is added to my hope and fear.'
Next, without me no gleam of love or hope
Before thy eyes could glimmer while didst grope
About in life; a thing and not a man
Soullessly patient, wouldst thou fill thy span
With toil and sleep and food, unchanging three!
And all thy life would but a habit be.
Last, without me no thought could ever creep
Behind thy brow, to make it dream to leap
Through dreams of fame and power under the sun:
Save by my aid, genius is never won.
I know I am all-hateful in thy sight:
Remember, without me thou couldst not write!"





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