They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly

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Title:     They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly
Author: Henry Timrod [More Titles by Timrod]

They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly,
And why? because, forsooth, so many moons,
Here dwelling voiceless by the voiceful sea,
Thou hast not set thy thoughts to paltry tunes
In song or sonnet. Them these golden noons
Oppress not with their beauty; they could prate,
Even while a prophet read the solemn runes
On which is hanging some imperial fate.
How know they, these good gossips, what to thee
The ocean and its wanderers may have brought?
How know they, in their busy vacancy,
With what far aim thy spirit may be fraught?
Or that thou dost not bow thee silently
Before some great unutterable thought?

[The end]
Henry Timrod's poem: They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly

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