Classic Poem

" The taste for art," of which the tyros treat —
That phrase to awe the plain Man in the Street —
Has never been, nor ever will be, known.
Art has its grammar and its rules of tone.
The seeing, like the making, calls for care,
For energy of thought, and vision rare.
All art is foreign to the natural man,
And has no place in Nature's primal plan;
Habit is never Nature, and the part
That habit plays is all there is of art.