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Harriet Monroe - Why Not?
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Poet, sing me a song to-day ! 
But the world grows old and my hair is gray. 

Ah no! there are birds on the lilac bushes 
And a snow-drop out of the wet earth pushes. 
Two chattering robins are planning a marriage, 
And see! there`s a baby all pink in its carriage! 
And the sun is wiping the clouds from his brow, 
And who can look back when it`s always now? 
Oh, what is the use of a poet, say, 
If he will not sing me a song to-day?
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