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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lapse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This poem must be done to-day;<br>Then, I 'll e'en to it.<br>I must not dream my time away,--<br>I 'm sure to rue it.<br>The day is rather bright, I know<br>The Muse will pardon<br>My half-defection, if I go<br>Into the garden.<br>It must be better working there,--<br>I 'm sure it's sweeter:<br>And something in the balmy air<br>May clear my metre.<br>Ah this is noble, what a sky!<br>What breezes blowing!<br>The very clouds, I know not why,<br>Call one to rowing.<br>The stream will be a paradise<br>To-day, I 'll warrant.<br>I know the tide that's on the rise<br>Will seem a torrent;<br>I know just how the leafy boughs<br>Are all a-quiver;<br>I know how many skiffs and scows<br>Are on the river.<br>I think I 'll just go out awhile<br>Before I write it;<br>When Nature shows us such a smile,<br>We should n't slight it.<br>For Nature always makes desire<br>By giving pleasure;<br>And so 't will help me put more fire<br>Into my measure.<br>The river's fine, I 'm glad I came,<br>That poem 's teasing;<br>But health is better far than fame,<br>Though cheques are pleasing.<br>I don't know what I did it for,--<br>This air 's a poppy.<br>I 'm sorry for my editor,--<br>He 'll get no copy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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Then, I 'll e'en to it.
I must not dream my time away,--
I 'm sure to rue it.
The day is rather bright, I know
The Muse will pardon
My half-defection, if I go
Into the garden.
It must be better working there,--
I 'm ..."></div>
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