Poet and Lord

John Boyle O'Reilly

1844 to 1890

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God makes a poet: touches soul and sight, 
And lips and heart, and sends him forth to sing; 
His fellows hearing, own the true birthright, 
And crown him daily with the love they bring. 

The king a lord makes, by a parchment leaf; 
Though heart be withered, and though sight be dim 
With dullard brain and soul of disbelief— 
Ay, even so; he makes a lord of him. 

What, then, of one divinely kissed and sent 
To fill the people with ideal words, 
Who with his poet's crown is discontent, 
And begs a parchment title with the lords?