Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PATRON OF ART, by GLADYS VONDY ROBERTSON



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PATRON OF ART, by            
First Line: You saw me first when I was poor
Last Line: But cannot grasp my art.


You saw me first when I was poor --
I wore a battered hat.
You turned a shoulder: passed me by.
Smug in your seat you sat.

You were a patron of the arts;
I struggled hard to live.
I would leave the world a noble thought
While gold is what you give.

Forsooth, I now am known to fame!
My work is set apart.
Now you revere my battered hat,
But cannot grasp my art.





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