Monday, June 22, 2009

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.
A jingle in a broken tongue.

~Paul Laurence Dunbar

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