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When moderns say that rhythm’s passed,
…And rhyming verse is trite,
What would the great Longfellow say
…About that arrow’s flight?

Such talk is like an acid rain
…That falls on Dickinson,
And kills her bees and Kilmer’s trees;
…Coats Kipling’s dawning sun.

That dart is thrown at Shakespeare, too
…And all the masters past
By men who pose as poets when
…It’s prose their work is classed.

And so I’ll stand as close I can
…To Byron, Coleridge, Keats
I’ll hold their hats or open doors
…Or drive them through the streets.

And I’ll not care when prose lines up
…In stanzas in pretense,
Or critics cough or prosers scorn
…And publishers fold tents.

I cannot ever bothered be
…When men my verse oppose.
They praise the naked emperor,
…And criticize my clothes.

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