The Master

The Master - - - - - - - - Seems possessed of a devil; Within struggling a force wild Overmastering and holding him to ransom Blind to some disturbing vision In his soul, though looking placid……. In his soul felt some deep-rooted instinct of creation Like a spirit possessing his whole being And forcing him irresistibly to action In placid hours, dreams many a creative thing Humility—yet pride and scorn Instinct and study; love and hate sting All should meet and mate to deliver Creation is his jealous mistress Until and unless he creates She disturbs and arrests Once he creates his masterpiece His faults are accepted As the necessary compliment to his merits And the devil possessed releases him From insanity to heavenly bliss……….. Believes in intoxication Ecstatic he becomes when creates masterpiece………..