The Nobler Task
DELICATE little rhythmic flutterings,
Golden wing-work in diaphanous azure,
Pearl-like words, one after one — but force,
But fire of intellect, but sold ?
Golden wing-work in diaphanous azure,
Pearl-like words, one after one — but force,
But fire of intellect, but sold ?
Ah Poet,
Turn from these flawless arabesques, turn, turn
From exquisite and futile patterning!
Many can say that violets are sweet:
Few can declare man’s destiny. Choose thou
The nobler task. A world will listen then.
Turn from these flawless arabesques, turn, turn
From exquisite and futile patterning!
Many can say that violets are sweet:
Few can declare man’s destiny. Choose thou
The nobler task. A world will listen then.