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Paul Laurence Dunbar - From The Porch At Runnymede
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I stand above the city`s rush and din,
    And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes,
  To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim
    Above the myriad roofs and spires rise;

  Still is my heart and vacant is my breath--
    This lovely view is breath and life to me,
  Why I could charm the icy soul of death
    With such a sight as this I stand and see.

  I hear no sound of labor`s din or stir,
    I feel no weight of worldly cares or fears,
  Sweet song of birds, of wings the soothing whirr,
    These sounds alone assail my listening ears.

  Unwhipt of conscience here I stand alone,
    The breezes humbly kiss my garment`s hem;
  I am a king--the whole world is my throne,
    The blue grey sky my royal diadem.
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