Not Yet A Poet

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Title:     Not Yet A Poet
Author: Edward Smyth Jones [More Titles by Jones]

Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown,
In oblivion, all unknown;
Still many more, perchance, I say,
Float on in one unbroken lay--
But ask me naught of where or when,
Long as they ring in hearts of men!
Dear friend, I say these words to you,
Which through the ages will be true:
Though I have power to combine
These subtle rhymes of each sweet line--
Yet, I shall never live to see,
The title "POET" given me!

[The end]
Edward Smyth Jones's poem: Not Yet A Poet

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