For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even,

The Devil's Most Devilish When Respectable.

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.

And Each Man Stands With His Face In The Light. Of His Own Drawn Sword, Ready To Do What A Hero Can.