Yet why should that distress?
The glass is rising; to repine
Seems rude unthankfulness.”
XII.
“We are not understood, we see
With optics not like thine,
What canst thou know of poesy,
A middle-aged divine?
XIII.
“Was ever yet a poet known
Yet why should that distress?
The glass is rising; to repine
Seems rude unthankfulness.”
XII.
“We are not understood, we see
With optics not like thine,
What canst thou know of poesy,
A middle-aged divine?
XIII.
“Was ever yet a poet known