Later Poems of Alexander Anderson "Surfaceman": Edited with a Biographical Sketch, by Alexander Brown: A New Edition |
A SINGER IN THE STREET. |
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A SINGER IN THE STREET.
A singer in the street to-day,
He sings a song; and as I hear
I dream and wander far away,
And still his song is in my ear.
He sings a song; and as I hear
I dream and wander far away,
And still his song is in my ear.
Snatches of dim forgotten things
Are in it; such as throb and glow
In nameless poets and their rhymes,
For simple hearers long ago.
Are in it; such as throb and glow
In nameless poets and their rhymes,
For simple hearers long ago.
That was their art; they died unknown,
Not caring, if they left behind
A single snatch, a tender tone,
To linger with their fellow kind.
Not caring, if they left behind
A single snatch, a tender tone,
To linger with their fellow kind.
And this they did, like birds that pipe,
By lonely stream or misty hill,
A chord or two, but full and ripe,
Then seem forever to be still.
By lonely stream or misty hill,
A chord or two, but full and ripe,
Then seem forever to be still.
But not the notes that are so sweet,
They live and shift as sunshine slips;
Till here to-day within the street
They rest upon a singer's lips.
They live and shift as sunshine slips;
Till here to-day within the street
They rest upon a singer's lips.
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