Rosemary and Pansies/Inspiration
INSPIRATION
Not often do I feel that glow of thought That fuses in its fire words, sense and soul Into a living and triumphant whole, Such as mere craftsmanship hath never wrought: Yet in propitious hours that glow I feel, And thoughts and words come freely and unbidden, Such as I dreamed not in my mind were hidden, And to myself a self unknown reveal: Then do I know I've laboured not in vain. And that what's written thus must needs endure, Though evil fate may for a time obscure. Or shallow critics slight it or disdain. Vanity? No! That doth its own commend: I speak of that which doth myself transcend.