How Deep the Vein
How deep the vein of human feeling bleeds,
And wide is that which o’er the seas doth blow
Within the mind of man who daily reads
The poetry of love and loss and joy
And hope—which in the end is all we have
To claim and climb aboard, our souls buoyed.
Our eyes to heaven lift and we are glad
And thankful for the gift of prose and verse.
And oh! that all might read and see and feel
What poetry puts forth to ‘scape the curse
And offer as a dressing meant to heal.
The man deprived of words will never taste
Of freedom wrought from beauty. What a waste.