Classic Poem

Poet , a truce to your song!
Have you heard the heart sing?
Like a brook among trees,
Like the humming of bees,
Like the ripple of wine:
Had you heard, would you stay
Blowing bubbles so long?
You have ears for the spheres —
Have you heard the heart sing?

Have you loved the good books of the world, —
And written none?
Have you loved the great poet, —
And burnt your little rhyme?
" O be my friend, and teach me to be thine."

B Y many hands the work of God is done,
Swart toil, pale thought, flushed dream, he spurneth none:
Yea! and the weaver of a little rhyme
Is seen his worker in his own full time.