Not Yet A Poet
Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown, In oblivion, all unknown; Still many more, perchance, I say, Float on in one unbroken lay - But ask me naught of where or when, Long as they ring in hearts of men! Dear friend, I say these words to you, Which through the ages will be true: Though I have power to combine These subtle rhymes of each sweet line - Yet, I shall never live to see, The title "POET" given me!
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"Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown,..."
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