This poem by Robert Service best expresses my feeling about the articles which I have written over the years and posted on my website of divinepageant.com. That which I write in words gets owned by one who reads and understands it, no longer requiring any credit to the "prompter."
by Robert Service
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
If in its pale woof you can weave
Your lovelier design,
‘Twill make my lyric, I believe,
More yours than mine.
I’m but a prompter at the best;
Crude cues are all I give.
In simple stanzas I suggest—
‘Tis you who make them live.
My bit of rhyme is but a frame,
And if my lines you quote,
I think, although they bear my name,
‘Tis you who wrote.
Yours is the beauty that you see
In any words I sing;
The magic and the melody
‘Tis you, dear friend, who bring.
Yea, by the glory and the gleam,
The loveliness that lures.
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