 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
THE IDEALIST
Idealist?—Oh yes, or what you will.I do not wrangle any more with names—
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And let the system go; give me the Truth,
And I stand satisfied. Fame, glory, gold,—
Take them, and keep them. They were never mine—
I do not ask for them. I only ask
That I, and you, and you, may get the Truth!
| Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson | |