Frost, tonight, and Sandburg too!"
Then I sally forth, half wild, half cowed,
Till I come to the surging, impervious crowd,
The wine-filled, the temperance, the sober, the pied,
The Poets that cover the countryside!
The Poets I never would meet till tonight!
A gleam of their eyes in the fading light,
And I took them all in—the enormous throng—
And with one great bound I bolted along.