Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1689/Death the Poet's Birth

by Mortimer Collins

DEATH THE POET'S BIRTH.

The poet may tread earth sadly,
⁠Yet is he dreamland's king,
And the fays at his bidding gladly
⁠Visions of beauty bring;
But his joys will be rarer, finer,
⁠Away from this earthly stage,
When he, who is now a minor.
⁠⁠Comes of age.

Roll on, O! tardy cycle,
⁠Whose death is the poet's birth;
Blow soon, great trump of Michael,
⁠Shatter the crust of earth;
Let the slow spheres turn faster;
⁠Hasten the heritage
Of him, who, as life's true master,
⁠⁠Comes of age.

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