The Poet

A Fragment

 Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him! 
 ’Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King Or poorest of the beggar-clan, Or any other wondrous thing A man may be ’twixt ape and Plato; ’Tis the man who with a bird, Wren or eagle, finds his way to All its instincts; he hath heard The lion’s roaring, and can tell What his horny throat expresseth, And to him the tiger’s yell Comes articulate and presseth On his ear like mother-tongue.…