If I ever lose my love of poetry,
Please read me a little Pope,
He had a way of inspiring me,
Out of boredom bringing hope.
Or dig out some old Whitman,
So I can see nature new again,
Or Shakespeare for an illusion,
Of how things were back then.
If none of these can bring it back,
And no thrill swells in my chest,
Break out my Canadian poet,
Because I loved him the best.