Vain

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Title:     Vain
Author: Leigh Gordon Giltner [More Titles by Giltner]

Wreath of laurel and crown of bay
And the noisy trump of Fame,
Praise for the singer's deathless lay,
And a listening world's acclaim.

But the singer sits with his grief alone
Where love lies cold and dead.
The plaudits fall on a heart of stone;
The Soul of the song has fled.

[The end]
Leigh Gordon Giltner's poem: Vain

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