The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/The Poetry of Earth

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THE POETRY OF EARTH

"The poetry of earth is never dead."—Keats.

There is always room for beauty: memory
A myriad lovely blossoms may enclose,
But, whatsoe'er hath been, there still must be
Room for another rose.


Though skylark, throstle, whitethroat, whip-poor-will,
And nightingale earth's echoing chantries throng,
When comes another singer, there will be
Room for another song.