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A Poet

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Attentive eyes, fantastic heed,     Assessing minds, he does not need,     Nor urgent writs to sup or dine,     Nor pledges in the roseate wine.     For loud acclaim he does not care     By the august or rich or fair,     Nor for smart pilgrims from afar,     Curious on where his hauntings are.     But soon or later, when you hear     That he has doffed this wrinkled gear,     Some evening, at the first star-ray,     Come to his graveside, pause and say:     "Whatever the message his to tell,     Two bright-souled women loved him well."     Stand and say that amid the dim:     It will be praise enough for him.     July 1914.

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