A Poet's Reply
Jeer me no more. What would you have? Speak out!
You bid me ‘Dare!’ Well, then, I dare! What more?
You bid me fear: You dread lest other men
‘Shall write their fame in lightning; shall stand forth,
Laurelled with glory, whilst I lie i' the dark.’
In God's name, is there not wide room for all?
I envy no man; and no man I fear.
Let them go on. Some day, I'll burst abroad;
And take a flight, as the wild eagles do,
When from the summit of some giddiest crag
They plunge into the immeasurable air,
And dare all things, and never turn aside,
Nor shrink, nor stop, nor close their orbs, until
They rest upon the chariot of the Sun!
You bid me ‘Dare!’ Well, then, I dare! What more?
You bid me fear: You dread lest other men
‘Shall write their fame in lightning; shall stand forth,
Laurelled with glory, whilst I lie i' the dark.’
In God's name, is there not wide room for all?
I envy no man; and no man I fear.
Let them go on. Some day, I'll burst abroad;
And take a flight, as the wild eagles do,
When from the summit of some giddiest crag
They plunge into the immeasurable air,
And dare all things, and never turn aside,
Nor shrink, nor stop, nor close their orbs, until
They rest upon the chariot of the Sun!
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