VOL. I. POEMS. ART THOU A POET? No classic tutor watched my lips, I never cursed in college cell The thought I could not brook, Nor pored amid the antique page I never in the schools was made A fool against my will, Nor danced with dames in rich brocade My studious hours to kill. B But I have loved, as all should love, The whole of humankind, And there are men of worth who know How much I honour Mind. And I have heard the wild-bird sing, High up the vault of heaven, Till there, on Inspiration's wing, I felt my spirit driven. And I have heard old Ocean roar, And bound me to the rocky shore, And I have learnt to look on earth As if she lay in bliss, And bless each flow'ret of her birth With an admiring kiss; Till zephyrs seemed as angels' breath, And stars as cherubs' eyes, And Beauty as no child of death, But goddess of the skies. |