Poems (Cromwell)/To My Poet

by Gladys Cromwell

TO MY POET

Dear Poet of the swift imperial ways,
The overtones of thy melodious showers
Are mine, and shadows of thy leaning flowers;
My thoughts are emulous of thy thought sprays.
Thou art the shepherd of my humble days
The faint subsiding impulse of thy powers
Reverberates and stirs my silent hours;
My partial words are thy remembered lays.

When Jesus gave the loaves to the meek throng,
They fared, and there were basketsful besides—
The fragments fallen from his grace benign,
Abundant- since, dear Poet, love divides,
A portion of thy opulence is mine,
I gather from thy plenitude of song.