--My poet the rose of his fancies <br />Wrought unwritten in verse, <br />And left but the lilies and pansies <br />To strew his early hearse. <br /> <br />--The master-dream of your poet <br />Has perished for ever then? <br />--What know we? Should we know it <br />If it were born again?<br /><br />Thomas MacDonagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-poet-3/
