Possibilities

Where are the Poets, unto whom belong
&nbsp The Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sent
&nbsp Straight to the mark, and not from bows half bent,
&nbsp But with the utmost tension of the thong?
Where are the stately argosies of song,
&nbsp Whose rushing keels made music as they went
&nbsp Sailing in search of some new continent,
&nbsp With all sail set, and steady winds and strong?
Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught
&nbsp In schools, some graduate of the field or street,
&nbsp Who shall become a master of the art,
An admiral sailing the high seas of thought,
&nbsp Fearless and first and steering with his fleet
&nbsp For lands not yet laid down in any chart.