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The Leaden-Eyed

Let not young souls be smothered out before
They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
Not that they starve; but starve so dreamlessly,
Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap,
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve,
Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.

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  • November 13, 2007
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    From guest Bryony (contact)
    I love this poem. Its rather depressing, sure, but it really makes you think, and it makes me resolve not to become leaden-eyed, as he puts it. Im sure my resolve wont last, but its nice to believe for a little while that i'll never become like that, that i'll be young forever.

  • guineapigpoetry
    November 9, 2003
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    How hopeless