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Edgar Lee Masters

Out of a cell into this darkened space-
The end at twenty-five!
My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,
And the village thought me a fool.
Yet at the start there was a clear vision,
A high and urgent purpose in my soul
Which drove me on trying to memorize
The Encyclopedia Britannica!

(C) Edgar Lee Masters
01/01/2000


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