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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Ballade
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By Mystic`s banks I held my dream.
    (I held my fishing rod as well,)
  The vision was of dace and bream,
    A fruitless vision, sooth to tell.
    But round about the sylvan dell
  Were other sweet Arcadian shrines,
    Gone now, is all the rural spell,
  Arcadia has trolley lines.

  Oh, once loved, sluggish, darkling stream,
    For me no more, thy waters swell,
  Thy music now the engines` scream,
    Thy fragrance now the factory`s smell;
    Too near for me the clanging bell;
  A false light in the water shines
    While Solitude lists to her knell,--
  Arcadia has trolley lines.

  Thy wooded lanes with shade and gleam
    Where bloomed the fragrant asphodel,
  Now bleak commercially teem
    With signs "To Let," "To Buy," "To Sell."
    And Commerce holds them fierce and fell;
  With vulgar sport she now combines
    Sweet Nature`s piping voice to quell.
  Arcadia has trolley lines.
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