<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They could not tell me who should be my lord, <br>But I could read from every word they said <br>The common thought: Perhaps that lord was dead, <br>And only a story now and a wandering word. <br>How could I follow a word or serve a fable, <br>They asked me. `Here are lords a-plenty. Take <br>Service with one, if only for your sake, <br>Yet better be your own master if you're able.' <br>I would rather scour the roads, a masterless dog, <br>Than take such service, be a public fool, <br>Obstreperous or tongue-tied, a good rogue, <br>Than be with those, the clever and the dull, <br>Who say that lord is dead; when I hear <br>Daily his dying whisper in my ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Muir">Edwin Muir</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=381497" data-title="They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord de Edwin Muir" data-description="They could not tell me who should be my lord, But I could read from every word they said The common thought: Perhaps that lord was dead, And only a story now and a wandering word. How could I follow a word or serve a fable, They asked me. `He..."></div> </div> </div>

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