Poet Seer Restless From The Crowd

The Poet Seer restless from the crowd Himself detaching Roamed disconsolate Searching for the lost verses... Had he writ them On slips of paper He missed them And restlessness again Agitated in him. Sang and rang the crowd In the square of enjoyment Wine and song went all Along; and dancing and Other joys. In the dark the Poet Seer Fetched the missing verses: Too deep his tears were Too great his emotions for Expression stood. For The Poet Seer restless from the crowd Himself detaching Roamed disconsolate Searching for the lost verses...