Austerity Of Poetry
That
son
of
Italy
who
tried
to
blow,
Ere
Dante
came,
the
trump
of
sacred
song,
In
his
light
youth
amid
a
festal
throng
Sate
with
his
bride
to
see
a
public
show.
Fair
was
the
bride,
and
on
her
front
did
glow
Youth
like
a
star;
and
what
to
youth
belong--
Gay
raiment,
sparkling
gauds,
elation
strong.
A
prop
gave
way!
crash
fell
a
platform!
lo,
'Mid
struggling
sufferers,
hurt
to
death,
she
lay!
Shuddering,
they
drew
her
garments
off--and
found
A
robe
of
sackcloth
next
the
smooth,
white
skin.
Such,
poets,
is
your
bride,
the
Muse!
young,
gay,
Radiant,
adorn'd
outside;
a
hidden
ground
Of
thought
and
of
austerity
within.