Gifted

Of mystic beauty, dreamy gift No rounded art the lack Supplies unskilled the subtle Lines to trace or softer Shades of Nature gifted I Look Her common forms with Unanointed eyes nor mine the Seer like power to show the Secrets of the Heart and mind; To drop the plummet line below Our common World of joy and Woe a more intense despair or Brighter happy to find yet Here at least an earnest sense Of poetic right and weal Is Shown with a clover as deep And strong as theirs, I lay, Like them, my best gifts On thy shrine.