Poet, A Truce To Your Song! Have You Heard The Heart Sing? Like A Brook Among Trees, Like The Humming Of Bees, Like The Ripple Of Wine: Had You Heard, Would You Stay Blowing Bubbles So Long? You Have Ears For The Spheres - Have You Heard The Heart Sing? * * * * * Have You Loved The Good Books Of The World, - And Written None? Have You Loved The Great Poet, - And Burnt Your Little Rhyme? 'O Be My Friend, And Teach Me To Be Thine.' * * * * * By Many Hands The Work Of God Is Done, Swart Toil, Pale Thought, Flushed Dream, He Spurneth None: Yea! And The Weaver Of A Little Rhyme Is Seen His Worker In His Own Full Time.