JOHN MARTIN CRAWFORD. 1887:
MASTERED by desire impulsive,
By a mighty inward urging,
I am ready now for singing,
Ready to begin the chanting
Of our nation's ancient folk-song
Handed down from by-gone ages.
In my mouth the words are melting,
From my lips the tones are gliding,
From my tongue they wish to hasten;
When my willing teeth are parted.
Google:
My mind I do,
my brain thinking
to go singing,
i'm dictated,
a genealogy,
a genius to sing.
The words in my mouth melt,
speeches are falling,
my language speaks,
to my hamburger.
