Christopher Pearse Cranch (1815-1892 / the USA)
Poems of Christopher Pearse Cranch
|3.||A Poet's Soliloquy||9/24/2010|
|5.||A Word To Philosophers||9/24/2010|
|6.||After The Centennial||9/24/2010|
|8.||An Old Umbrella||9/24/2010|
|9.||Ariel And Caliban||9/24/2010|
|10.||Ars Longa, Vita Brevis||9/24/2010|
|11.||At The Grave Of Keats||9/24/2010|
|15.||Frederick Henry Hedge D. D. On His 80th Birthday, Dec. 12, 1885||9/24/2010|
|17.||Lionel And Lucille||9/24/2010|
|20.||My Old Palette||9/24/2010|
A Poet's Soliloquy
ON a time — not of old —
When a poet had sent out his soul and no welcome had found
Where the heart of the nation in prose stood fettered and bound
In fold upon fold —
He called back his soul who had pined for an answer afloat;
And thus in the silence of night and the pride of his spirit he wrote.
Come back, poet-thought!
For they honor thee not in thy vesture of verse and of song.