| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Anna Wickham. |
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| 139. The Singer |
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| IF I had peace to sit and sing, | |
| Then I could make a lovely thing; | |
| But I am stung with goads and whips, | |
| So I build songs like iron ships. | |
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| Let it be something for my song, | 5 |
| If it is sometimes swift and strong. | |
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