THE POETRY MACHINE
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THE POETRY MACHINE
Pray, have you ever heard about—
Or have you ever seen
That Pearl of Ingenuity—
A Poetry Machine?
The wonderous thing is fashioned
With most exquisite skill;
Designed precisely to obey
The operator's will.
Or have you ever seen
That Pearl of Ingenuity—
A Poetry Machine?
The wonderous thing is fashioned
With most exquisite skill;
Designed precisely to obey
The operator's will.
When touched by "Muse's" magic wand
The thought-waves throb and spout;
Then, by the turning of the crank
It grinds the verses out.—
The sweet, poetic stanzas
Of equal length will be;
Then, clipping off the ragged lines
It makes a poem.—See?
The thought-waves throb and spout;
Then, by the turning of the crank
It grinds the verses out.—
The sweet, poetic stanzas
Of equal length will be;
Then, clipping off the ragged lines
It makes a poem.—See?
And 'tis an elegant thing to have
When you're "down in luck" you think—
(And the only cost is a trivial sum
Of some of your mental chink.)
When you're "down in luck" you think—
(And the only cost is a trivial sum
Of some of your mental chink.)