BY BAY AND SEA
BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
The little rills of poesie
That flow from Helicon
Sometimes escape into the sea
And rest there all unknown.
That flow from Helicon
Sometimes escape into the sea
And rest there all unknown.
While others, finding surer guides,
Fall into happier ways,
And go to swell the rising tides
That make the Poet's bays.
Fall into happier ways,
And go to swell the rising tides
That make the Poet's bays.
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