NOT even if with a wizard force I might Have summoned whomsoever I would name, Should anyone else have come than he who came, Uncalled, to share with me my fire that night; For though I should have said that all was right, Or right enough, nothing had been the same As when I found him there before the flame, Always a welcome and a useful sight. Unfailing and exuberant all the time, Having no gold he paid with golden rhyme, Of older coinage than his old defeat, A debt that like himself was obsolete In Art's long hazard, where no man may choose Whether he play to win or toil to lose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN IF WE MUST DIE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE THE CLUE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE COLLEGE GARDEN; IN 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE YOUNG RABBI by E. C. L. BROWNE |