Thirty Poems/The Poet
THE POET.
Thou, who wouldst wear the name Of poet mid thy brethren of mankind,And clothe in words of flame Thoughts that shall live within the general mind!Deem not the framing of a deathless layThe pastime of a drowsy summer day.
But gather all thy powers, And wreak them on the verse that thou dost weave,And in thy lonely hours,At silent morning or at wakeful eve, While the warm current tingles through thy veins,Set forth the burning words in fluent strains.
No smooth array of phrase, Artfully sought and ordered though it be,Which the cold rhymer lays Upon his page with languid industry,Can wake the listless pulse to livelier speed,Or fill with sudden tears the eyes that read.
The secret wouldst thou know To touch the heart or fire the blood at will?Let thine own eyes o'erflow; Let thy lips quiver with the passionate thrill;Seize the great thought, ere yet its power be past,And bind, in words, the fleet emotion fast.
Then, should thy verse appear Halting and harsh, and all unaptly wrought,Touch the crude line with fear, Save in the moment of impassioned thought;Then summon back the original glow and mendThe strain with rapture that with fire was penned.
Yet let no empty gust Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,A blast that whirls the dust Along the howling street and dies away;But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,Like currents journeying through the windless deep.
Seek'st thou, in living lays, To limn the beauty of the earth and sky?Before thine inner gaze Let all that beauty in clear vision lie; Look on it with exceeding love, and writeThe words inspired by wonder and delight.
Of tempests wouldst thou sing, Or tell of battles—make thyself a partOf the great tummult; cling To the tossed wreck with terror in thy heart;Scale, with the assaulting host, the rampart's height,And strike and struggle in the thickest fight.
So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age,And they who read shall say: What witchery hangs upon this poet's page!What art is his the written spells to findThat sway from mood to mood the willing mind!