The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Prometheus

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Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire
  And swept to earth with it o'er land and sea.
  He lit the vestal flames of poesy,
Content, for this, to brave celestial ire.

Wroth were the gods, and with eternal hate
  Pursued the fearless one who ravished Heaven
  That earth might hold in fee the perfect leaven
To lift men's souls above their low estate.

But judge you now, when poets wield the pen,
  Think you not well the wrong has been repaired?
  'Twas all in vain that ill Prometheus fared:
The fire has been returned to Heaven again!

We have no singers like the ones whose note
  Gave challenge to the noblest warbler's song.
  We have no voice so mellow, sweet, and strong
As that which broke from Shelley's golden throat.

The measure of our songs is our desires:
  We tinkle where old poets used to storm.
  We lack their substance tho' we keep their form:
We strum our banjo-strings and call them lyres.

This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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