“The Poet” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The poet hath the child’s sight in his breast,
And sees all new. What oftenest he has viewed,
He views with the first glory. Fair and good
Pall never on him, at the fairest, best,
But stand before him holy and undressed
In week-day false conventions, such as would
Drag other men down from the altitude 
Of primal types, too early dispossessed.
Why, God would tire of all his heavens, as soon
As thou, O godlike, childlike poet, didst,
Of daily and nightly sights of sun and moon!
And therefore hath he set thee in the midst,
Where men may hear thy wonder’s ceaseless tune,
And praise his world forever, as thou bidst.



A friend recently recommended this poem to me. I have discovered this power in poetry, and I hope to echo some of “wonder’s ceaseless tune” in my own writing. 

~lg
Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Follower of Jesus. Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.

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