| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 223. Spoon River Anthology |
| | | Seth Compton |
| | | By Edgar Lee Masters |
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| WHEN I died, the circulating library | |
| Which I built up for Spoon River, | |
| And managed for the good of inquiring minds, | |
| Was sold at auction on the public square, | |
| As if to destroy the last vestige | 5 |
| Of my memory and influence. | |
| For those of you who could not see the virtue | |
| Of knowing Volneys Ruins as well as Butlers Analogy | |
| And Faust as well as Evangeline, | |
| Were really the power in the village, | 10 |
| And often you asked me, | |
| What is the use of knowing the evil in the world? | |
| I am out of your way now, Spoon River | |
| Choose your own good and call it good. | |
| For I could never make you see | 15 |
| That no one knows what is good | |
| Who knows not what is evil; | |
| And no one knows what is true | |
| Who knows not what is false. | |
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