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Paul Laurence Dunbar - PrometheusPaul Laurence Dunbar - Prometheus
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Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire     And swept to earth with it o`er land and sea.     He lit the vestal flames of poesy,   Content, for this, to brave celestial ire.   Wroth were the gods, and with eternal hate     Pursued the fearless one who ravished Heaven     That earth might hold in fee the perfect leaven   To lift men`s souls above their low estate.   But judge you now, when poets wield the pen,     Think you not well the wrong has been repaired?     `Twas all in vain that ill Prometheus fared:   The fire has been returned to Heaven again!   We have no singers like the ones whose note     Gave challenge to the noblest warbler`s song.     We have no voice so mellow, sweet, and strong   As that which broke from Shelley`s golden throat.   The measure of our songs is our desires:     We tinkle where old poets used to storm.     We lack their substance tho` we keep their form:   We strum our banjo-strings and call them lyres.
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