Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . [246] Digitized by Microsoft® D. G. Rossetti Rossetti simply seals our doom,Nor can we ever hope to joinOf British Bards that noble throngOr even emulate their song. A band of Plagiarists we standIn an extensive barren land,From a poetic point of viewSeeing our Poets are so few. In truth, Rossetti sees but hopes that in the course of timeWe may give birth to things sublimeHuge—rugged—raw—and Underdone. Note: Last words in Rossettis Lives of Famous Poets: Thereal American poet, Walt Whitman—a man enormously greater thanLongfellow or any
Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . [246] Digitized by Microsoft® D. G. Rossetti Rossetti simply seals our doom,Nor can we ever hope to joinOf British Bards that noble throngOr even emulate their song. A band of Plagiarists we standIn an extensive barren land,From a poetic point of viewSeeing our Poets are so few. In truth, Rossetti sees but hopes that in the course of timeWe may give birth to things sublimeHuge—rugged—raw—and Underdone. Note: Last words in Rossettis Lives of Famous Poets: Thereal American poet, Walt Whitman—a man enormously greater thanLongfellow or any other of his poetic competitors. This makes usfeel like quoting the Bab Ballads: Time, time, my Christian friend. [247] Digitized by Microsoft®. n^*-— Theres something wrong, dear Whitman, with thy song: Words are not wanting, nor is sound Oft sigfnif5dng nothing. But a bound To thy vast love, surpassing that of saints Embracing all mankind, cannot be found. When Thou didst first appear, a shameful fearRan through the land lest we should failTo understsind thy occult meaningOf thy impropriety, which at onceGave Thee fame allied to notoriety. In Thee we seem to hear that story toldOf those who grasping all but little Thee we seem to see that fearful slipBetween the longed for cup and thirsty lip;But when were borne along on pinions strongUnmindful of thy faults—we hail thy song. Whitman reaped his Leaves of GrassAnd while the sun shone made his know not how twill look when sere,We only know it served his day;But say, why did he tear ruthless rage it would leaf to modesty most dear?[248] Digitized by Microsoft® Emerson I am the Doubter and the Doubt. Thus Emerson—turn this about, I am th
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