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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet's Empire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=393078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WHAT power can break the inner harmonies,<br> The rich imaginings, heard like distant sea<br> O'er purple meadow-lands at eve, while we<br>Look starwards mute? Hopes that like mountains rise<br>Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd eyes<br>5<br> Horizon-glories of what is to be,—<br> All these and more lie round us infinitely,<br>Beyond all language fair in cloudless skies.<br>This is the poet's empire. Here may he<br> Reign king-like, throned in splendour and in power<br>10<br> No power can shake, so he indeed be king.<br>Free as the wind, untamèd as the sea,<br> When earth weighs heavily, most in that hour<br> He cleaves the heavens in scorn on eagle-wing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a></strong></div>

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