To The Poet
What cares the rose if the buds which are its pride Be plucked for the breast of the dead or the hands of a bride? The mother-drift if its pebbles be dull inglorious things, Or diamonds fit to shine from the diadems of kings? Sing, O poet, the moods of thy moments each Perfect to thee whatever the meaning it reach. Let the years find if it be as a soulless stone, Or under the words which hide there be a glory alone.
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"What cares the rose if the buds which are its pride..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas William Heney delivers a powerful performance in "To The Poet"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...