How dare one say it? br After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, br Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thick br dotted roads, areas, br The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -Nature's pulses reaped, br All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, br All ages' plummets dropped to their utmost depths, br All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -all experiences' utterance; br After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, br Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -something lacking, br (Who knows? the best yet unexpressed and lacking.