The Orator.

He has a charm that sets each thought to music,
So rare an utterance, whoso hears him feels
Even a prosy theme has poesy
When a magician takes its study on.
So setting every subject to the tune
Of a due and endowed delivery,
The matter and the manner seem to steal
Like meeting music on the listening ear,
And crowded benches lurk to linger on
His latest note, as if a siren sung;
So sweet a fascination has the power
Of language when used by an orator.

poem by Robert Crawford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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