Poem by Alice Meynell

The Question

   IL POETA MI DISSE, "CHE PENSI?"

Virgil stayed Dante with a wayside word;
But long, and how, and loud and urgently
The poets of my passion have I heard
            Summoning me.

It is their closest whisper and their call.
Their greatness to this lowliness hath spoken,
Their voices rest upon that interval,
            Their sign, their token.

Man at his little prayer tells Heaven his thought,
To man entrusts his thought—"Friend, this is mine."
The immortal poets within my breast have sought,
            Saying, "What is thine?"

1. Free Will
2. To Silence
3. The Two Questions
4. Unlinked
5. To Tintoretto in Venice

Ella Wilcox The Question ("Beside us in our seeking after pleasures")

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