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Sh-h-h-h! Post by :proton Category :Poems Author :Bert Leston Taylor Date :October 2011 Read :1896

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Sh-h-h-h!

"Mr. Mabie is now reading the summer books."
--THE LADIES' HOME JOURNAL.


What shall we buy for a summer's day?
What is good reading and what is not?
Mabie will tell us--we wait his say;
For Mabie alone can know what's what.
Meanwhile the world is as still as death;
Mute inquiry is in men's looks;
Everybody is holding his breath--
Mabie is reading the summer books.

The suns are at pause in the cosmic race;
The mills of the gods have ceased to grind;
The only sound that is heard in space
Is the rhythmic clicking of Mabie's mind.
Elsewhere silence, or near or far--
Chattering Pleiads or babbling brooks;
For the whisper has passed from star to star:
"Mabie is reading the summer books."


(The end)
Bert Leston Taylor's poem: Sh-H-H-H!

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