O Fons Bandusae
July 5, 2023Refining Fuller, Make Me Clean
July 5, 2023More Poets Yet!
“More Poets yet!”–I hear him say,
Arming his heavy hand to slay;–
“Despite my skill and ‘swashing blow,”
They seem to sprout where’er I go;–
I killed a host but yesterday!”
Slash on, O Hercules! You may.
Your task’s, at best, a Hydra-fray;
And though you cut, not less will grow
More Poets yet!
Too arrogant! For who shall stay
The first blind motions of the May?
Who shall out-blot the morning glow?–
Or stem the full heart’s overflow?
Who? There will rise, till Time decay,
More Poets yet!