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 thats craggy as a mountain
May Apollos sun-robe don,
Or hold the well-spring of a fountain
Bright as that in Helicon.
'On nerveless, tuneless lines how sadly'
written byCharles Harpur
© Charles Harpur