Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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XXIII. THE POET.
“Who is this?” said the Moon
To the rolling Sea,
“That wanders so gladly, or madly, or sadly,
Looking at thee and me?”
To the rolling Sea,
“That wanders so gladly, or madly, or sadly,
Looking at thee and me?”
Said the Sea to the Moon,
“'Tis right you should know it,
This wise good man
Is a wit and a poet;
But he earns not, and cannot,
His daily bread,
So he'll die
By-and-by,
And they'll raise a big monument
Over his head!”
“'Tis right you should know it,
This wise good man
Is a wit and a poet;
But he earns not, and cannot,
His daily bread,
So he'll die
By-and-by,
And they'll raise a big monument
Over his head!”
Said the bonnie round Moon to the beautiful Sea,
“What fools the men of your Earth must be!”
“What fools the men of your Earth must be!”
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