Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Professor Minto - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

Nature, that makes Professors all day long,
And, filling idle souls with idle song,
Turns out small Poets every other minute,
Made earth for men--but seldom puts men in it.

Ah, Minto, thou of that minority
Wert man of men--we had deep need of thee!
Had Heaven a deeper? Did the heavenly Chair
Of Earthly Love wait empty for thee there?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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