The mighty secrets of his power.
Thy heart, with one high throb, can rise
His fair, heroic dreams above—
There breathes more passion in thy voice
Than in a thousand lays of love.
Ah, know’st thou not, the while thou deem’st
The poet’s mission most divine,
Life’s grand, unwritten poetry
Goes out from natures such as thine?
What though it falleth brokenly,