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Arthur Henry Adams - Myself — My Song.Arthur Henry Adams - Myself — My Song.
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HERE, aloof, I take my stand Alien, iconoclast Poet of a newer land, Confident, aggressive, lonely, Product of the present only, Thinking nothing of the past. If some word of mine abide, Yet no immortality Looks my soul for; satisfied, Though my voice be evanescent, If it sing the pregnant present And the birth that is to be. All the beauty that has been, All of wisdom`s overplus, Has been given me to glean; In Earth`s story clear one page is This the widest of the ages Virile, vast, tumultuous. I shall croon no love-song old, Dream no memory of wrong, Build no mighty epic bold; From my forge I send them flying Fragments glowing once and dying Scattered sparks of molten song. If I bring no gospel bright, Still my little stream of song Quavers thinly through the night, Burdened with a broken yearning, Still persistent, though discerning Life has shadows, sorrow, wrong. So my life shall be my verse. Here`s my record, stand or fall I Failure may be mine, or worse, In the twilight land of living With no doubt and no misgiving, Here`s my life-blood, breath and all!
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