POET 



Tell me, O Poet, where thou dost Hoe 



Show me the place whereon thou dost stand 



Lead me to the crests that give 



Those wondrous scenes thou dost command 



And let my waiting soul enwreathe 



The rarer airs that thou dost breathe 



Upon thy diamond shore. 



He took me by the hand 



And led me to my own hearthstone 



We paused upon the wonted floor 



And silent stood alone — 



Till all the space Was over-pent 



With a magic Wonderment ; 



And I found the Poet's store 



On the threshold of my door. 



