Your Poem

My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
If in its pale woof you can weave
Your lovelier design,
'Twill make my lyric, I believe,
More yours than mine.

I'm but a prompter at the best;
Crude cues are all I give.
In simple stanzas I suggest -
'Tis you who make them live.
My bit of rhyme is but a frame,
And if my lines you quote,
I think, although they bear my name,
'Tis you who wrote.

Yours is the beauty that you see
In any words I sing;
The magic and the melody
'Tis you, dear friend, who bring.
Yea, by the glory and the gleam,
The loveliness that lures
Your thought to starry heights of dream,
The poem's yours.

by Robert William Service

Comments (3)

Hats off for the simplicity and humility of the great poet expressed in this equally great poem. Thanks for sharing it here. excellent rhythm, a very nice poem indeed ★
Robert William Service (1874-1958) Robert for 'Your Poem' You are a hearty poet The more we read your poems We love you more Because you give your kindest love And have more to give In spite you of being miles away...! I'm sure in poets paradise... and no where else I do rhyme with your poems Till I reach hopefully there! Sylva Portoian, MD May 17,2010