The Lady of the Poets

O Lady of the lonely and unloved,
You are unmoved
By the lean anguish of a poet's 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.