Michael Villiers, Idealist And Other Poems. By E. H. Hickey |
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 | Michael Villiers, Idealist |  |
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‘A loveletter, written by dead John Keats,
Was sold for twenty guineas, I have heard:
Ah, did the buyer gloat upon each word,
Pause lingeringly, as near a nest of sweets,
Aflame to catch the self-same rapturous beats
Of the dear heart of that brave singing-bird,
When, all his being breathed upon and stirred,
The very lady of his heart he greets?
Was sold for twenty guineas, I have heard:
Ah, did the buyer gloat upon each word,
Pause lingeringly, as near a nest of sweets,
Aflame to catch the self-same rapturous beats
Of the dear heart of that brave singing-bird,
When, all his being breathed upon and stirred,
The very lady of his heart he greets?
Or did he look upon it, all unthrilled
Save by the pleasure of possessing what
So very few could get, and he had got;
A thing of market-value if he willed,
Some profit on a future day to yield?
Oh, let him be; it matters not one jot.
Save by the pleasure of possessing what
So very few could get, and he had got;
A thing of market-value if he willed,
Some profit on a future day to yield?
Oh, let him be; it matters not one jot.
| Michael Villiers, Idealist | |