If Poesy Is Health
If poesy is health, then I should be hale:
no invalid, but a bard whose high time
nears, whose destiny only God can tell.
Till then, I faithfully live by every rhyme.
If poesy is wealth, then I should be rich:
for I, now like a king of immense treasure,
am but a pauper who has found his niche,
a kingdom and realm of rhythm and measure.
If poesy is wisdom, then I should be wise:
for, through songs like these, even the dull and blind
(nourished with truthful, lovely rhymes) can rise
to higher ethereal states of mind!
If wisdom and poesy are thus absolving,
then I still should be happy and evolving.
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