The Poet The poet sits and dreams and dreams; He scans his verse; he probes his themes. Then turns to stretch or stir about, unless in thoughts, his strength gives out. Then off to bed, for he must rise and cord some wood, or tamp some ties, Or break a field of fertile soil, Or….
Then off to bed, for he must rise and cord some wood, or tamp some ties, Or break a field of fertile soil, Or….