Spoon River Anthology eText - Frank Drummer

Edgar Lee Masters

Frank Drummer

OUT OF A cell into this darkened space—
The end at twenty-five!
My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,
And the village thought me a fool.
Yet at the start there was a clear vision,
A high and urgent purpose in my soul
Which drove me on trying to memorize
The Encyclopædia Britannica!