To HeavensThe First Word br br br Eternal roving br Of the chime br In a poet’s heart br br -The only br Token br Of this race… br br The words pour br Drop by dropp br From their souls br br And like a swan br Sing Shakespeare’s br Tragic plays. br br With tumult of muses br For winged words br He waits br br And trembling br Stick rhymes br At his soul ’ s gates. br br The poet is dead, br The word br Darts off his lips, br br Flies to the Heaven br To the First Word, br That on the right of Father sits.