A life in song . OTE FIRST. The burden of the poets dying thought,You all have heard, thestranger-soldier said. T is fitting then you all should solve with meHis meaning—in these poems ; and he readThe title Dreaming. Truly here, said he, This man would tell us of his own sweet life ;For he began life dreaming, he knew him when a boy, a poet then,With brain on fire to learn, aye glowing likeA gilders cauldron, so the crudest thoughtThat reachd it from a neighbors lip or bookCame from it glittering like a precious orphan, bound and workd beyond enduringBy those whose hard, co
A life in song . OTE FIRST. The burden of the poets dying thought,You all have heard, thestranger-soldier said. T is fitting then you all should solve with meHis meaning—in these poems ; and he readThe title Dreaming. Truly here, said he, This man would tell us of his own sweet life ;For he began life dreaming, he knew him when a boy, a poet then,With brain on fire to learn, aye glowing likeA gilders cauldron, so the crudest thoughtThat reachd it from a neighbors lip or bookCame from it glittering like a precious orphan, bound and workd beyond enduringBy those whose hard, cold natures could not yieldThat genial warmth of sympathetic careFor which the spring-time of his nature craved,Anon, there seemd for him but one delight:It came from realms of dreams, while, on his bed, 8 NOTE FIRST. 9 Too tired for sounder slumber, he would toss;And, like a galley-slave, forced out to sea,Yearn for some harbor somewhere in the worldWhere waiting love would welcome love that in rare mo
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