One Poet - A poem by John P. Gilday

One Poet.

One poet I knew
Who wrote not a line,
Yet he lived his life through
In a metre divine.

He walked with his own,
Though his own knew him not.
His soul dwelt alone^___
He was one men forgot.

But the deeps of his eyes
Burned with music and song;
He roamed in the skies
Though he moved with the throng.

When he spoke, 'twas with calm,
In tones soft and low,
That soothed like a balm,
Or an eventide glow.

And when he'd passed on,
Men woke with unrest,
Knowing something was gone
That had touched them and blest!

^__John P. Gilday

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 63
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)