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MAIN STREET AND OTHER POEMS

THE BIG TOP (continued) But you, who can build of the stubborn rock no form of loveliness,

Who can never mingle the radiant hues to make a wonder live,

Who can only show your little woe to the world in a rhythmic dress—

What kind of a counterpart of you does the three-ring circus give?

Well—here in the little side-show tent to-day some people stand,

One is a giant, one a dwarf, and one has a figured skin,

And each is scarred and seared and marred by Fate's relentless hand,

And each one shows his grief for pay, with a sort of pride therein.

You put your sorrow into rhyme and want the world to look;

You sing the news of your ruined hope and want the world to hear; [ 58 ]