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A Poet's Thought

by Barry Cornwall

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Drawing the boundary…

Sorrow

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Drawing the boundary…

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A Poet's Thought

by Barry Cornwall

Tell me, what is a poet's thought? 
Is it on the sudden born? 
Is it from the starlight caught? 
Is it by the tempest taught, 
Or by whispering morn? 
 
Was it cradled in the brain? 
Chain'd awhile, or nurs'd in night? 
Was it wrought with toil and pain? 
Did it bloom and fade again, 
Ere it burst to light? 
 
No more question of its birth: 
Rather love its better part! 
'T is a thing of sky and earth, 
Gathering all its golden worth 
From the Poet's heart.

Sorrow

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.

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