William Goode

    To all in the village I seemed, no doubt,
    To go this way and that way, aimlessly. .
    But here by the river you can see at twilight
    The soft - winged bats fly zig-zag here and there -
    They must fly so to catch their food.
    And if you have ever lost your way at night,
    In the deep wood near Miller's Ford,
    And dodged this way and now that,
    Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through,
    Trying to find the path,
    You should understand I sought the way
    With earnest zeal, and all my wanderings
    Were wanderings in the quest.

Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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