Misapprehension by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song,
With my heart’s blood imbued,
Instinct with passion, tremulously strong,
With grief subdued;
Breathing a fortitude
Pain-bought.
And one who claimed much love for what I wrought,
Read and considered it,
And spoke:
“Ay, brother,–‘t is well writ,
But where’s the joke?”

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