One day, upon some sweet, spring morning
The reign will end without a warning
Of critics and their scornful scheming,
Who damned to dust our days of dreaming;
They\'ll eat each worthless, weightless word
Portraying poets as absurd.
One day, these poets, with their verses,
Will rise and rule, and all those curses
These critics cast like stones so savage
Upon their rhymes they hoped to ravage
Will fall on them like Wailing Wall
And make these callous critics crawl.
One day, upon some bright tomorrow,
When sun has set on all their sorrow
The eyes of poets: wise from weeping
Will see, while savage city\'s sleeping
A new metropolis arise
For poets - angels in disguise!