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any day I feel the slightest bit like a poet I am proud to be the fellow of one who declined, in a perfect ABCABC sestet, to write the expected belligerent poem supporting Our Side in (no adj. suff.) WWI.

I think it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of meddling who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winter's night.

So help me God I will always remember this poem by heart, and its modesty and humanity.

And you should correct "medding" to "meddling" you who edit plagarist.com