Dilemma
1887-1946
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1347
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1347.html">Dilemma by Orrick Johns</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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