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 | The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill |  |
56
To men, which makes that feared and sneered-at thing,
A culture through the classics? Do we dare
Reveal the Eleusinian mysteries
Which leave such impress on these white boy-brows,
That the world, recognizing kingship, says,
“Here is a soul that knows itself, has touched
The centre, and radiates the broadening beams
Of influence straight to the point he means”?
We cannot, if we would, tell all; we hold
Some things there are that never can be told.
| The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill | |