From my own kind I only learn How foolish comfort is - W. H. Davies

This man has talent, that man genius,
And here's the strange and cruel difference:
Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,
Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.

What sweet, what happy days had I,
When dreams made Time Eternity!

Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content,
Thou knowest of no strange continent;
Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep
A gentle motion with the deep;
Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas,
Where scent comes forth in every breeze.