PARTIII
I heardThe poet pass with a soundLike the breaking of ground,Like a storm, like a violent bird;His head was a king’s,And I noted the gay common thingsOf his strange diadem;I was blinded by them.Crown of weeds!For his brow debonair,For his vagabond needs,Crown of weeds,Bud, berry, thistle and tare:Yes! but who flung the far seeds?
I heardThe poet pass with a soundLike the breaking of ground,Like a storm, like a violent bird;His head was a king’s,And I noted the gay common thingsOf his strange diadem;I was blinded by them.Crown of weeds!For his brow debonair,For his vagabond needs,Crown of weeds,Bud, berry, thistle and tare:Yes! but who flung the far seeds?
I heard
The poet pass with a sound
Like the breaking of ground,
Like a storm, like a violent bird;
His head was a king’s,
And I noted the gay common things
Of his strange diadem;
I was blinded by them.
Crown of weeds!For his brow debonair,For his vagabond needs,Crown of weeds,Bud, berry, thistle and tare:Yes! but who flung the far seeds?
Crown of weeds!
For his brow debonair,
For his vagabond needs,
Crown of weeds,
Bud, berry, thistle and tare:
Yes! but who flung the far seeds?