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Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.0684 − 0.6248i

Drawing the boundary…

My Song

by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr.

−0.0687 − 0.6249i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Now I am on the earth, 
What sweet things love me? 
Summer, that gave me birth, 
And glows on still above me; 
The bird I loved a little while; 
The rose I planted; 
The woman in whose golden smile 
Life seems enchanted.

Now I am in the grave, 
What sweet things mourn me? 
Summer, that all joys gave, 
Whence death, alas! hath torn me; 
One bird that sang to me; one rose 
Whose beauty moved me; 
One changeless woman; yea, all those 
That living loved me.

My Song

by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr.

I sang me a song, a tiny song,
A song that was sweet to my soul,
And set it a-float on the sea of chance
In search of a happy goal.

I said to my song: "Go on, go on
And lodge in a tender spot
Of some human soul where the fires of hate
And selfishness are not."

My song went on but a little space
And hied it back to me;
And fell at my feet in a sorry plight—
The victim of cruelty.

I gazed a moment and quickly saw
Just how it had come about,
A cruel critic had caught my song
And probed the soul of it out.

O, poor indeed is the human mind
(And why was it ever wrought?)
That can thrive on husk in the form of words,
And not on a sturdy thought.

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