From: The Dial, Vol. IV, No. IV. (April 1844)
Author:
Published: James Munroe and Company 1844 Boston
YE who sing the maiden’s kiss, Many rainy days may go,TO THE POETS.
And the silver sage’s thought,
Loveliness of inward bliss,
And the graver learning taught,
Tell me, are your skies and streams
Real, or the shape of dreams.
Many clouds the sun obscure,
And your verses clearer grow,
And your lovely songs more pure,
Mortals are we, but ye are
Burning keenly like a star.C.
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