Written on the Fly-leaf of William Cowper’s Poems


The lover lives but for a flashing glance
Of bright blue eyes ‘neath lashes long and dark,
Skywards then soars his spirit like the lark,
And lightly on the air his footsteps dance.
The artist with his paints and brush perchance
May some rare lovely face capture and mark
Upon his canvas for all time; the work
Delights the eye, rewards the passing glance.
The poet! Ah, the poet! Like the birds
Oft-times his singing floats into the air
To die unnoticed or forgotten there!
Many a song, sent floating heavenwards,
Soars out of reach of needy ones below,
Who never will its vital message know!