The Art of Poetry
Is poetry a dying art? The very thought doth pain my heart! Has the beauty of the rhyme Been so lost upon our time? Do poets no longer thrive? And words their daily bread provide? Are Shelleys and Byrons no longer born? This sad idea, my soul must mourn I pray the muse will make her glad return To the heart that cannot beauty spurn And if that heart beat in you or I Poetry shall never die