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Poem by Leigh Gordon Giltner


To R. D. MacLean


If words were wingèd arrows tipped with flame,
Far-flying thro' the vast of time and space,
If Erato should lend me some rare grace,
Then might I dare to breathe in song your name.
Ah, Player-king, unmoved by all renown,
Acclaim and praise that wait upon your name,
You pluck a laurel from the wreath of fame,
Then, careless of the guerdon, cast it down.



Leigh Gordon Giltner


Leigh Gordon Giltner's other poems:
  1. To One Who Sleeps
  2. Shylock
  3. Afterbloom
  4. In Woodland Ways
  5. Hedonism


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