The Poet And The Baby

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The Poet And The Baby
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the 1913 collection of his work, The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.


          THE POET AND THE BABY

How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,—
How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,—
  When a-toddling on the floor
  Is the muse he must adore,
And this muse he loves, not wisely, but too well?

Now, to write a sonnet, every one allows,
One must always be as quiet as a mouse;
  But to write one seems to me
  Quite superfluous to be,
When you 've got a little sonnet in the house.

Just a dainty little poem, true and fine,
That is full of love and life in every line,
  Earnest, delicate, and sweet,
  Altogether so complete
That I wonder what's the use of writing mine.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.