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