Time Traveler

Oh who these would-be travelers in time
Who’d not go back to witness heights sublime—
Brave Phidias shaping stone to his ideal,
Homer, singing fiction more than real;
Towering Michelangelo at his height,
Giving ceilings more than sky hath given light;
Dear Chopin playing piano with his soul,
Rachmaninoff, love’s master, in control;
Creators, all inventors—what they made
And did, brought into sight and hearing, touch,
Transformed a weak mankind to unafraid.
Men can seek beautiful not too, too much,
But never, oh, quite never, not enough!
I travel now, this hour, with ‘magination’s power.

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