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 Momus by Edwin Arlington Robinson 
						"Where's the need of singing now?"-- Smooth your brow,
 Momus, and be reconciled.
 For king Kronos is a child--
 Child and father,
 Or god rather,
 And all gods are wild.
 
 "Who reads Byron any more?"--
 Shut the door
 Momus, for I feel a draught;
 Shut it quick, for some one laughed.--
 What's become of
 Browning? Some of
 Wordsworth lumbers like a raft?
 
 "What are poets to find here?"--
 Have no fear:
 When the stars are shining blue
 There will yet be left a few
 Themes availing--
 And these failing,
 Momus, there'll be you.
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