<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Other Verses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Myself—My Song. <br> HERE, aloof, I take my stand— <br> Alien, iconoclast— <br> Poet of a newer land, <br> Confident, aggressive, lonely, <br> Product of the present only, <br> Thinking nothing of the past. <br> If some word of mine abide, <br> Yet no immortality <br> Looks my soul for; satisfied, <br> Though my voice be evanescent, <br> If it sing the pregnant present <br> And the birth that is to be. <br> All the beauty that has been, <br> All of wisdom's overplus, <br> Has been given me to glean; <br> In Earth's story clear one page is— <br> This—the widest of the ages— <br> Virile, vast, tumultuous. <br> I shall croon no love-song old, <br> Dream no memory of wrong, <br> Build no mighty epic bold; <br> From my forge I send them flying— <br> Fragments glowing once and dying— <br> Scattered sparks of molten song. <br> <br> If I bring no gospel bright, <br> Still my little stream of song <br> Quavers thinly through the night, <br> Burdened with a broken yearning, <br> Still persistent, though discerning <br> Life has shadows, sorrow, wrong. <br> So my life shall be my verse. <br> Here's my record, stand or fall I <br> Failure may be mine, or worse, <br> In the twilight land of living— <br> With no doubt and no misgiving, <br> Here's my life-blood, breath and all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348486" data-title="Other Verses de Arthur Henry Adams" data-description="Myself—My Song. HERE, aloof, I take my stand— Alien, iconoclast— Poet of a newer land, Confident, aggressive, lonely, Product of the present only, Thinking nothing of the past. If some word of mine abide, Yet no immortality ..."></div> </div> </div>

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