You have no right to address me in such a fashion. But as she spoke, the tiny face wore the smile of a great, grand woman. She was only having her own beautiful fun out of Diamond, and true woman's fun never hurts. That's a poet. Well, perhaps you're not so far wrong.
Some poets do carry people over the sea.
But I have no business to talk so much. Not very well. So I see. A poet is not a bo-at, as you call it. Like the man in the sweety-shop.