Classic Poem

Ye who bear fire within your breasts
That never rests,
Early your clamouring heart shall learn
Only to burn,
To ask nor other food
Than their own fire,
Nor other fellowhood
Than their sublime, unquenchable desire!

Ask not the End, if asking give
Less joy to live,
Or if, to ask, you long must wait
By some thronged gate
Where the glib answerers dwell:
Your heart of fire
Hath his own lore to tell
Of his sublime, unquenchable desire.

The great, unkindled multitude,
The rough, the rude,
Let them your living rapture know,
And share your glow —
The dreamless give their dream!
Fire answering fire
Fulfilment sweet shall seem
Of your sublime, unquenchable desire!