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Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar


  Not o'er thy dust let there be spent
  The gush of maudlin sentiment;
  Such drift as that is not for thee,
  Whose life and deeds and songs agree,
  Sublime in their simplicity.

  Nor shall the sorrowing tear be shed.
  O singer sweet, thou art not dead!
  In spite of time's malignant chill,
  With living fire thy songs shall thrill,
  And men shall say, "He liveth still!"

  Great poets never die, for Earth
  Doth count their lives of too great worth
  To lose them from her treasured store;
  So shalt thou live for evermore--
  Though far thy form from mortal ken--
  Deep in the hearts and minds of men.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar's other poems:
  1. The Corn-Stalk Fiddle
  2. The Rising of the Storm
  3. An Ante-Bellum Sermon
  4. Ode for Memorial Day
  5. Passion and Love

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