In fairy tales we often read A speck of truth as a mustard seed, A leap of faith, a bitter pill to some Who swallow whole without question Tales of fancy scribed by men whose Dreams compel the scratch of pen, The leaving of some trace of thought That, perhaps, all is not for nought.
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
It’s such a deep poem!
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Thank you, Luisa. Housman is one of my favorite poets, but I never read his poem until you posted.
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🙏🌼🙏🌼🙏
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Owing to Housman’s controversial position in his time, this poem was published only after his death.
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✝️🐇🐰🥚 Happy Easter!
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Happy Easter, Cindy!
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stunning writing and so true, too 💙
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Thank you!
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