The Lady of the Poets

O lady of the lonely and unloved
You are unmoved
By the lean anguish of a poets cry
You have heard so many greater than I

You I have long known
In tree and stone
And in all sealed tongues
Of sympathy. How many songs
Of secret self have you heard - 
Pitiful prayers that dared
Not turn to High 
Heaven for mercy?

You have listened to the great
And yet you wait
To comfort me
In my lone house of poetry