Poems, by John Keats

The Poet

A Fragment

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 wondrous 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

Comes articulate and presseth

On his ear like mother-tongue . . .


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