“‘Tis
not for paltry cash I write,”
The poet meekly said;
“‘Tis
not for gold while I’m alive,
Or fame, when I am dead.
I
spurn the whole commercial sphere
And soar in realms on high;
I’m
satisfied if I can get
Enough of pork and pie.”
Dec.
11, 1912
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