When The Full-Grown Poet Came

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Title:     When The Full-Grown Poet Came
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

When the full-grown poet came,

Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;

But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay he is mine alone;

--Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each by the hand;

And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,

Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,

And wholly and joyously blends them.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: When The Full-Grown Poet Came

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