The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He passed through the doorway into the street, A strong wind lifted his hat from his head, And he uttered some words that were far from sweet....
As the full moon shining there To the sun that lighteth her Am I unto thee for ever, O my secret glory-giver! O my light, I am dark but fair, Black but fair. ...
Vex not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit; Vex not thou the poet's mind, For thou canst not fathom it. Clear and bright it should be ever, Flowing like a crystal river,...
What is a mine - a treasury - a dower - A magic talisman of mighty power? A poet's wide possession of the earth. He has th' enjoyment of a flower's birth Before its budding - ere the first red streaks, -...
Think not, oh master of the well-tilled field, This earth is only thine; for after thee, When all is sown and gathered and put by, Comes the grave poet with creative eye,...
His heart's a burning censer, filled with spice From fairer vales than those of Araby, Breathing such prayers to heaven, that the nice Discriminating ear of Deity...
You say, "Where goest thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. If but the way be straight, It cannot go amiss! before me lies Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that Suffices me; I break the bounds; I see,...
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat; And he sat him down in a lonely place,...