Fragment: Where's The Poet?


    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 wonderous 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
    Come articulate and presseth
    Or his ear like mother-tongue.


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