A vendor of poems is a vendor of dreams, He answers the call when the sunlight gleams; He muses beneath the stars of the night; Through rhythmical words he brings to light A soul embedded in material clay, Through which God speaks to man each day. A vendor of poems is a vendor of gold, He banishes care with the rhythm they hold; He speaks with a tongue divinely inspired, From his world of dreams he is never tired Of bringing forth beauty in words sublime, That never perish or change with time. |