Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

Yee Bow

They got me into the Sunday-school
In Spoon River
And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.
I could have been no worse off
If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.
For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,
And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,
The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs,
With a blow of his fist.
Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,
And no children shall worship at my grave.

1. Aaron Hatfield
2. Nicholas Bindle
3. Many Soldiers
4. Carl Hamblin
5. Hare Drummer

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