Author James Shirley A man shall come into this landWith shaven crown, and in his handA crooked staff; he shall commandAnd in the East his table stand:From his warm lips a stream shall flowTo make rocks melt and churches grow. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments