Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

An Interview - Poem by Robert Fuller Murray

I met him down upon the pier,
His eyes were wild and sad,
And something in them made me fear
That he was going mad.

So, being of a prudent sort,
I stood some distance off,
And before speaking gave a short
Conciliatory cough.

I then observed, 'What makes you look
So singularly glum?'
No notice of my words he took. --
I said, 'Pray, are you dumb?'

'Oh no!' he said, 'I do not think
My power of speech is lost,
But when one's hopes are black as ink,
Why, talking is a frost,

'You see, I'm in for Math. again,
And certain to be ploughed.
Please tell me where I could obtain
An inexpensive shroud.'

I told him where such things are had,
Well made, and not too dear;
And, feeling really very sad,
I left him on the pier.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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