
A speaker recognizes an overlooked poet and predicts that his worth will be revealed in the future. Comparing him to a fisher who brings up dye-bearing shells, the speaker contrasts his labor with others’ profitable use of the extracted color and ends by asking what John Keats had to eat.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Poetry, Metapoetry · 665 words
Stand still, true poet that you are! / I know you; let me try and draw you. / Some night you'll fail us: when afar / You rise, remember one man saw you, / Knew you, and named a star!
My star, God's glow-worm! Why extend / That loving hand of his which leads you, / Yet locks you safe from end to end / Of this dark world, unless he needs you, / Just saves your light to spend?
poetic recognition · literary imitation · artistic reward · Tyrian dye
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