I have found a Poet;— I, who for long Have sought fulfillment of my heart's desire, A true companion to my singing lyre, Seeing the base and falsifying fire Leap into gorgeous flame, and die,—for hire! Straining my ears for harmonies of song, Seeking to prove the lesser singers' dream, Reaching for diamonds where I saw a gleam, Finding but meaner gems; so few supreme Prayers in the poet's fane, some near blaspheme. I have found a Poet;— How my soul leaped With the winging music of her rhythmic beat, And yesteryears, (thought worthless, incomplete,) Like Hopes incarnate, march with joyous feet, Whilst I, I follow on a golden street; O, Heart of mine, at last I've reaped In fulness, harvest of the planted seed, Food for my soul, sufficient for its need. And by the sluggish waters where I feed, My vibrant song is pulsed by singing reed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL |