Sunday, April 13, 2008

POEM

THE POET

He sang of life, serenely sweet,
With, now and then, a deeper note.
From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.

He sang of love when earth was young.
And Love, itself, was in its lays.
But ah, the world, it turned to praise
A jingle in a broken tongue.

-Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

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