This poem is from Verse and Worse a collection by Arnold Silcock. It is given as by Anon and I wondered if the poet had subsequently been found.
True is the saying, that in common lives
There dies a poet and the man survives.
In some he dies hard, and, before he dies,
Keeps in the half-extinguished spirit-eyes
Just sight enough to know he cannot see;
And so the poet that still breathes in me
And strives his fitful essence to prolong,
Once, to the joy departing, made this song.
Apparently at least one other person felt the same way:
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