William Bell Scott

(1811-1890 / Scotland)

A Genius?

(W. A. C. S.)

In early morn he rose elate,
Rose up with the strength of ten,
We recognised a king of men.
He would not linger, could not wait,
Opened at once the golden gate
And entered to the unlit shrine,
Poured out, yea, drank, the lustral wine.

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