Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak <br />Definitively of these mighty things; <br />Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, <br />That what I want I know not where to seek, <br />And think that I would not be over-meek, <br />In rolling out upfollowed thunderings, <br />Even to the steep of Heliconian springs, <br />Were I of ample strength for such a freak. <br />Think, too, that all these numbers should be thine; <br />Whose else? In this who touch thy vesture's hem? <br />For, when men stared at what was most divine <br />With brainless idiotism and o'erwise phlegm, <br />Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine <br />Of their star in the east, and gone to worship them!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-haydon/
