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Let lowly themes engage my humble pen	A
Stupidities of critics not of men	A
Be it mine once more the maunderings to trace	B
Of the expounders' self directed race	B
Their wire drawn fancies finically fine	C
Of diligent vacuity the sign	C
Let them in jargon of their trade rehearse	D
The moral meaning of the random verse	D
That runs spontaneous from the poet's pen	A
To be half blotted by ambitious men	A
Who hope with his their meaner names to link	E
By writing o'er it in another ink	E
The thoughts unreal which they think they think	E
Until the mental eye in vain inspects	F
The hateful palimpsest to find the text	G
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The lark ascending heavenward loud and long	H
Sings to the dawning day his wanton song	H
The moaning dove attentive to the sound	I
Its hidden meaning hastens to expound	I
Explains its principles design in brief	J
Pronounces it a parable of grief	J
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The bee just pausing ere he daubs his thigh	K
With pollen from a hollyhock near by	K
Declares he never heard in terms so just	L
The labor problem thoughtfully discussed	L
The browsing ass looks up and clears his whistle	M
To say 'A monologue upon the thistle '	-
Meanwhile the lark descending folds his wing	N
And innocently asks 'What did I sing '	-
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O literary parasites who thrive	O
Upon the fame of better men derive	O
Your sustenance by suction like a leech	P
And for you preach of them think masters preach	P
Who find it half is profit half delight	Q
To write about what you could never write	Q
Consider pray how sharp had been the throes	R
Of famine and discomfiture in those	R
You write of if they had been critics too	S
And doomed to write of nothing but of you	S
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Lo where the gaping crowd throngs yonder tent	T
To see the lion resolutely bent	T
The prosing showman who the beast displays	U
Grows rich and richer daily in its praise	U
But how if to attract the curious yeoman	V
The lion owned the show and showed the showman	V

Ambrose Bierce

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