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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519578" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of Myself</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a Poet! <br> But I did not know it,<br> Neither did my Mother,<br> Nor my Sister nor my Brother.<br> The Rich were not aware of it;<br> The Poor took no care of it.<br> The Reverend Mr. Drewitt<br> Never knew it.<br> The High did not suspect it;<br> The Low could not detect it.<br> Aunt Sue<br> Said it was obviously untrue.<br> Uncle Ned<br> Said I was off my head:<br> (This from a Colonial<br> Was really a good testimonial.)<br> Still everybody seemed to think<br> That genius owes a good deal to drink.<br> So that is how<br> I am not a poet now,<br> And why<br> My inspiration has run dry.<br> It is no sort of use<br> To cultivate the Muse<br> If vulgar people<br> Can't tell a village pump from a church steeple.<br> I am merely apologizing<br> For the lack of the surprising<br> In what I write<br> To-night.<br> I am quite well-meaning,<br> But a lot of things are always intervening<br> Between<br> What I mean<br> And what it is said<br> I had in my head.<br> It is all very puzzling.<br> Uncle Ned<br> Says Poets need muzzling.<br> He might<br> Be right.<br>Good-night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Raleigh">Sir Walter Raleigh</a><div class=q>
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 But I did not know it,
 Neither did my Mother,
 Nor my Sister nor my Brother.
 The Rich were not aware of it;
 The Poor took no care of it.
 The Reverend Mr. Drewitt
 Never knew it.
 The High did not suspect it;
 The Low could not ..."></div>
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