A face seen passing in a crowded street, <br />A voice heard singing music, large and free; <br />And from that moment life is changed, and we <br />Become of more heroic temper, meet <br />To freely ask and give, a man complete <br />Radiant because of faith, we dare to be <br />What Nature meant us. Brave idolatry <br />Which can conceive a hero! No deceit, <br />No knowledge taught by unrelenting years, <br />Can quench this fierce, untamable desire. <br />We know that what we long for once achieved <br />Will cease to satisfy. Be still our fears; <br />If what we worship fail us, still the fire <br />Burns on, and it is much to have believed.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hero-worship/
