Here you will find the Poem A Portrait of poet Harriet Monroe
The little world span round and round, Singing along her sunny ways, And all the glory she unwound She gave to him for joy and praise. And he, whom lavish morning met With new-blown flowers and minstrelsy, Looked on the gift through eyelids wet For sorrow of satiety. And he, whom noon put to the proof, With trumpet-call and weapon blessed, Fought the brave fight with soul aloof Harkening for some remote behest. Not homeward could the winged feet fare, The lyric laughter choked a sigh? A wanderer from he knew not where, Dreamer of dreams, he knew not why.
