When Inspiration…

When inspiration is not understood
And inspirer deems inspired up to no good,
Then what must poet do? Must never write?
Must never paint,with imaginary flight,
The glories and the wonders round him spread?
Were there before,but faint past joyless head.
Love reaches into deeps but barely known,
Lifts up to eyes the giants of past dreams
To feather dullest words with eagles flown
And bright this world much better than it seems.
Love tightens every sense; mere discipline looks slack;
The persevering hand glows with powers new,
Passionately grabs pen for fierce attack
And writes a town of lovers into view!

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