Amy Lowell: Hero-Worship


A face seen passing in a crowded street,  A voice heard singing music, large and free;  And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely ask and give, a man complete  Radiant because of faith, we dare to be  What Nature meant us.  Brave idolatry Which can conceive a hero!  No deceit,  No knowledge taught by unrelenting years,  Can quench this fierce, untamable desire. We know that what we long for once achieved  Will cease to satisfy.  Be still our fears;  If what we worship fail us, still the fire Burns on, and it is much to have believed.