'More Poets yet!'-I hear him say, <br />Arming his heavy hand to slay;- <br />'Despite my skill and 'swashing blow,' <br />They seem to sprout where'er I go;- <br />I killed a host but yesterday!' <br /> <br />Slash on, O Hercules! You may. <br />Your task's, at best, a Hydra-fray; <br />And though you cut, not less will grow <br />More Poets yet! <br /> <br />Too arrogant! For who shall stay <br />The first blind motions of the May? <br />Who shall out-blot the morning glow?- <br />Or stem the full heart's overflow? <br />Who? There will rise, till Time decay, <br />More Poets yet!<br /><br />Henry Austin Dobson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-poets-yet/
