When the Full-Grown Poet Came

WHEN the full-grown poet came,

Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;

But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unrec-onciledunreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone;

—Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each by the hand;

And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly hold-ingholding hands,

Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,

And wholly and joyously blends them.