An idle poet, here and there, Looks 'round him;but for all the rest. The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller than a witling's jest.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each; They lift their heavy lids and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach, They read with joy, then shut the book.
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme And most forget;but either way, That and the child' unheeded dream Is the light of all their day.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
How poets write and view love and observe how man views it.
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