The Half-Asleep

O FOR the mighty wakening that aroused
   The old-time Prophets to their missions high;
   And to blind Homer's inward sunlike eye
Show'd the heart's universe where he caroused
Radiantly; the Fishers poor unhoused,
   And sent them forth to preach divinity;
   And made our Milton his great dark defy,
To the light of one immortal theme espoused!
But half asleep are those now most awake;
   And save calm-thoughted Wordsworth, we have none
Who for eternity put time at stake,
   And hold a constant course as doth the sun:
We yield but drops that no deep thirstings slake;
   And feebly cease ere we have well begun.

by Thomas Wade

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