Author Anna Wickham A man can build a bridge of wood and stone; Exterior forces his trained powers control; But the material of the Singer is his own, He cuts his songs from the raw texture of his soul. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments