The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Like him, a man of later day

Was jilted by the maid he sought,

And from her presence turned away,

Consumed by burning, bitter thought.

He sought his room to write--a curse

Like him before and die, I ween.

Ah no, he put his woes in verse,

And sold them to a magazine.

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