89 HERO-WORSHIP
By Amy Lowell
A face seen passing in a crowded street，
A voice heard singing music，large and free；
And from that moment life is changed，and we
Become of more heroic temper，meet
To freely ask and give，a man complete
Radiant because of faith，we dare to be
What Nature meant us．Brave idolatry
Which can conceive a hero！No deceit，
No knowledge taught by unrelenting years，
Can quench this fierce，untamable desire．
We know that what we long for once achieved
Will cease to satisfy．Be still our fears；
If what we worship fail us，still the fire
Burns on，and it is much to have believed．
