Poet To Inventor

To delight in the brightness of light
As it catches hard metal and gleams,
When man’s competence wrought it just right
As it leaped in his thought out of dreams,
Is to love the inventor’s first ways
And the hardness of difficult acts
When he gives an idea his praise
By objectively biding by facts.

And the praise of the poet is strong
For the man independent, alive,
Who is making the world a song
While his winged curiosities thrive
In the ardor of theories so new
He can sleep for an hour, not more,
But is ready to stand and to do
Something different than he’s done before!

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