THE LOVE SONG
A poet once wrote a love song and it was beautiful. And he made many copies of it, and sent
them to his friends and his acquaintances, both men and women, and even to a young woman
whom he had met but once, who lived beyond the mountains.
And in a day or two a messenger came from the young woman bringing a letter. And in the
letter she said, "Let me assure you, I am deeply touched by the love song that you have written
to me. Come now, and see my father and my mother, and we shall make arrangements for the betrothal."
And the poet answered the letter, and he said to her, "My friend, it was but a song of love out
of a poet's heart, sung by every man to every woman."
And she wrote again to him saying, "Hypocrite and liar in words! From this day unto my coffin-day I shall hate all poets for your sake."
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