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Inscriptions (Of Poets And Poetry)

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Poet, a truce to your song!     Have you heard the heart sing?     Like a brook among trees,     Like the humming of bees,     Like the ripple of wine:     Had you heard, would you stay     Blowing bubbles so long?     You have ears for the spheres -     Have you heard the heart sing?     *             *             *             *             *     Have you loved the good books of the world, -     And written none?     Have you loved the great poet, -     And burnt your little rhyme?     'O be my friend, and teach me to be thine.'     *             *             *             *             *     By many hands the work of God is done,     Swart toil, pale thought, flushed dream, he spurneth none:     Yea! and the weaver of a little rhyme     Is seen his worker in his own full time.

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