Classic Poem

Once more the man stood, saying " A cottage-door
Wherethrough I gazed
When I turned back — though I be vile and poor
Yet my eyes blazed

For I have weighed the mountains in a balance
And the skies in a scale
I come to sell the stars — old lamps for new
Old stars for sale. "

Then the first voice tell all the thunder through
A tone less rough
" Thou has begun to love one of my works
Almost enough. "