Classic Poem

The football rush of him, and that country knowledge,
That pluck driving through work, endless that wearying courage,
Still unwearying. Still face on: and the wide heaven taking
At one glance in at his eye: O that set on shaking
Keats, and new wonder brought fresh from mortal power.
That first hand still, and in sad heart-break hour
The voice of David brought once again to say
What joy what grief on man Time's heavy hand doth lay.
Homer's re-bringer, and of joy that great map-man,
Friend of great makers: scholar, mixed-minded doer, George Chapman.