and,
"Each artist — gift of terror! — owns his will."*2*
But he accepts the responsibility reverently and confidently:
"I work in freedom wild,
But work, as plays a little child,
Sure of the Father, Self, and Love, alone."*3*
— *1* `Individuality', l. 62. *2* `Individuality', l. 76. *3* `Individuality', ll. 89-91. —
Again, the province of poetry is pointed out, as in `Clover':
"The artist's market is the heart of man;
The artist's price, some little good of man;"*1*
and in `The Bee':
"Wilt ask, `What profit e'er a poet brings?'
He beareth starry stuff about his wings
To pollen thee and sting thee fertile."*2*
In `Corn',*3* too, the "tall corn-captain" "types the poet-soul sublime."