Ode to a Blank Page

There are words here now,

But on this importunate page

No pearly wisdom of a sage.

Not holy writ on this page recorded

Nor covert message to be decoded.

No satirical with is thus inscribed

Upon this page nothing at all prescribed.

O! How hard the lines encroach,

But still no praise, nor proverb, nor anecdote;

Nothing analyzed, nothing proven,

No raison d’être herein is given;

Nothing pagan; nothing sacred or solemn,

Only rhyming couplets stacked in a column;

But it’s enough to cause sweat on the brow.

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