Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song, <br />With my heart's blood imbued, <br />Instinct with passion, tremulously strong, <br />With grief subdued; <br />Breathing a fortitude <br />Pain-bought. <br />And one who claimed much love for what I wrought, <br />Read and considered it, <br />And spoke: <br />'Ay, brother,--'t is well writ, <br />But where's the joke?'<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misapprehension-2/
