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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
A Poet!—He Hath Put His Heart to School
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
 
A POET!—He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
  Which Art hath lodged within his hand—must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
  Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,        5
And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
  Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
  Because the lovely little flower is free        10
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
  And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
  But from its own divine vitality.
 
 
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