William Wordsworth

Here you will find the Poem A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School of poet William Wordsworth

A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School

. A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
 Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
 Which art hath lodged within his hand--must laugh
 By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
 Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,
 And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
 In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
 Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.
 How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
 Because the lovely little flower is free
 Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
 And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
 Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
 But from its own divine vitality.