The Poet's Hat
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He passed through the doorway into the street, A strong wind lifted his hat from his head, And he uttered some words that were far from sweet. And then he started to follow the chase, And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet, It made the people pause in a crowd, And lay odds as to which would beat. The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat, The errand-boy shouted hooray! The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand, And smiled in a very rude way; And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words, But never, until to-day, Did I hear any words that were quite so bad As I heard that young man say.'
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"The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Fuller Murray delivers a powerful performance in "The Poet's Hat"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...