The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have >>
I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it. >>
Still falls the rain -- dark as the world of man, black as our loss -- >>
Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listles >>
Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul. >>
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I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.