Speaking of dead poets suddenly coming to my attention, there's Melville Cane.
Apparently he was a lawyer as well as a poet, and was admired in both capacities by Ayn Rand, who I've spent a lot of time studying.
According to this article, "reliable speculation" has it that she was a big admirer of these lines by Cane:
She was not bound by mortal sight,
The stars were hers, at noon.
Against the malady of night
She stood, alone, immune.
It reminds me a bit of "Invictus" at first glance.
Mr. Cane, although published in his time, and award-winning in his time, seems to have zero poetry represented on the web for some reason. He died in 1980, so perhaps his estate is trying to protect his copyrights, or perhaps everything is on the New Yorker site, a step removed from easy viewing.
Meanwhile, I bet,
Few are beating down the paywall door
For a chance to explore
His poetry, just yet.
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