“Where’s the Poet? Show him! Show him, Muses mine, that I may know him! ’Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he king. Or poorest of the beggar-class, Or any other wondrous thing A man may be ’twixt ape and Plato. ’Tis the man who with a bird, Wren or eagle, finds his way to All its instincts. He hath heard The lion’s roaring, and can tell What his horny throat expresseth, And to him the tigers yell Comes articulate and presseth On his ear like mother-tongue.”
