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Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; read more
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
 If I stoop
 Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
  It is but for a time; I read more 
 If I stoop
 Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
  It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
   Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
    Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day. 
Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.
Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.
We feel and know that we are eternal.
We feel and know that we are eternal.
Immortality is the genius to move others long after you yourself have stopped moving.
Immortality is the genius to move others long after you yourself have stopped moving.
 One fine day,
 Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he.
  "So! you're a poet in your house," read more 
 One fine day,
 Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he.
  "So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled.
   "A Poet? God forbid," I cried; and then
    It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent
     Verse to the paper; how they printed it
      In Poet's Corner. 
 Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit
 Of poets triumphs over it.  
 Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit
 Of poets triumphs over it. 
 A poet not in love is out at sea;
 He must have a lay-figure.  
 A poet not in love is out at sea;
 He must have a lay-figure. 
 They best can judge a poet's worth,
 Who oft themselves have known
  The pangs of a poetic read more 
 They best can judge a poet's worth,
 Who oft themselves have known
  The pangs of a poetic birth
   By labours of their own.