Professor Minto
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Richard Le Gallienne
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Nature, that makes Professors all day long,
And, filling idle souls with idle song,
Turns out small Poets every other minute,
Made earth for men--but seldom puts men in it.
Ah, Minto, thou of that minority
Wert man of men--we had deep need of thee!
Had Heaven a deeper? Did the heavenly Chair
Of Earthly Love wait empty for thee there?
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