You Will Remember My Lines, My Verse

You will remember my lines, my verse Perhaps not every one but most perhaps And will remember the emotions that I with every word and line aroused in you: And when thus roused you could look in your soul And speak with it and hear it reply: Then feel I, like to old Merlin - as of old I go to ancient days and rites and times And with my magic wand more color breed And with my lyre more verses chant and sing And then When times comes that the lyre stops And sound of the voice is silent still And silent is the song that used to chant Then look inside you and feel- And then You will know what a Poet is and means!