Where’s the Poet? show him! show him,

Muses nine! that I may know him.

‘Tis the man who with a man

Is an equal, be he King,

Or poorest of the beggar-clan

Or any other wonderous thing

A man may be ‘twixt ape and Plato;

‘Tis the man who with a bird,

Wren or Eagle, finds his way to

All its instincts; he hath heard

The Lion’s roaring, and can tell

What his horny throat expresseth,

And to him the Tiger’s yell

Come articulate and presseth

Or his ear like mother-tongue.

 

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John Keats

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