Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE POET'S FANE, by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN


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First Line: Stop! Come not anear the poet's fane
Last Line: These drooping flowerets bloom in majesty.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


Stop! Come not anear the poet's fane
Without the poet's robe of love; the spot
Is sacred, red with sanctities of pain,
That blossom flower-wise in a garden plot
Fed by the tilth of grief and weeping rain;
Poor flowerets dashed with sorrow's purple stain,
Out of love's youthful shyness first begot,—
Save with compassion's hand touch thou them not.

But, if the mellowing grace of sympathy
Wells as a kindred fountain in thy heart,
Pour out the generous flood,—stand not apart
Enstranged; shower down thy golden charity,
And, fed by that great largess, thou shalt see
These drooping flowerets bloom in majesty.





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