AS WE READ BURNS
Reading edition
Who is speaking? Who has spoken? Whose voice ceasing thus has broken The sweet pathos of our dreams? Sweetest bard of sweetest themes, Pouring in each poet-heart Some rare essence of your art Till it seems your singing lip Kisses every pencil tip! Far across the unknown lands— Reach of heavenly isle and sea— How we long to touch the hands You outhold so lovingly!