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Edwin Muir - "They Could Not Tell Me..."
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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. `Here are lords a-plenty. Take 
Service with one, if only for your sake, 
Yet better be your own master if you`re able.` 
I would rather scour the roads, a masterless dog, 
Than take such service, be a public fool, 
Obstreperous or tongue-tied, a good rogue, 
Than be with those, the clever and the dull, 
Who say that lord is dead; when I hear 
Daily his dying whisper in my ear.
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