AKE this to heart, O Poets of To-Day, TAKE And let it give you comfort on your way: A single verse may live as long, God please, As all of Shakespeare or Euripides. MASQUE OF POETS. A SONG BEFORE SINGING. ING! sing of what? The world is full of song; SING! And all the singing seems but echoed notes Of the great masters who, when souls were strong, Rolled sturdy pæans from rejoicing throats. Or worse than echoes, schemes of tinkling sound, A bastard music, a tenth Muse discrowned, I would not dabble on the brink of power, Give me a theme to sing in man's behoof, Or else, let silence and primeval night And the first poet wakened with the lark. "IF ONLY WE HAD TIME TO SPARE." 13 "IF ONLY WE HAD TIME TO SPARE." IF only we had time to spare To taste the glories of the Spring, And hear the songs the wild birds sing, If only we had time to spare! Then you should stretch you at my feet And blissful hours would come and go For happier and idler hours, Noon follows dawn, night follows day, Ere ever we have time to spare! |