When the Full-Grown Poet Came + 

When the full-grown poet came, + 

Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine; + 

But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone; + 

—Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each by the hand; + 

And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands, + 

Which he will never release until he reconciles the two, + 

And wholly and joyously blends them. + 