'On nerveless, tuneless lines how sadly'

by Charles Harpur

Charles Harpur

ON nerveless, tuneless lines how sadly
Ringing rhymes may wasted be,
While blank verse oft is mere prose madly
Striving to be poetry:
While prose that's craggy as a mountain
May Apollo's sun-robe don,
Or hold the well-spring of a fountain
Bright as that in Helicon.




Last updated September 18, 2015