| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| V. The Town Down the River |
| 9. Momus |
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| “WHERE’S the need of singing now?”— | |
| Smooth your brow, | |
| Momus, and be reconciled, | |
| For King Kronos is a child— | |
| Child and father, | 5 |
| Or god rather, | |
| And all gods are wild. | |
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| “Who reads Byron any more?”— | |
| Shut the door, | |
| Momus, for I feel a draught; | 10 |
| Shut it quick, for some one laughed.— | |
| “What’s become of | |
| Browning? Some of | |
| Wordsworth lumbers like a raft? | |
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| “What are poets to find here?”— | 15 |
| Have no fear: | |
| When the stars are shining blue | |
| There will yet be left a few | |
| Themes availing— | |
| And these failing, | 20 |
| Momus, there’ll be you. | |
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