Unrecognized Our prophets stand where trails are dim; And mix strange pollens in the gloom, New fruits and flowers to give mankind. They strive—unmarked—for us, the blind. We eat the fruit, enjoy the bloom, Nor dream new power from nature's brim Has energized. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD THE LAUGH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CATTERSKILL FALLS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BELOVED STRANGER, SELECTIONS by WITTER BYNNER DOVER TO MUNICH by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE OLD MANOR HOUSE by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE BRITISH, A.D. 1901 by EDWARD CARPENTER |