What though the moon should come
With a blinding glow,
And the stars have a game
On the wood's edge,
A man would have to still
Cut and weed and sow,
And lay a white line
When he plants a hedge.
What though God
With a great sound of rain
Came to talk of violets
And things people do,
I would have to labor
And dig with my brain
Still to get a truth
Out of all words new.
Dilemma
Orrick Johns
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Poem topics: god, moon, people, rain, truth, edge, white, great, hedge, brain, talk, game, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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