15. "Then follows Paris and full time For both to reason: Thus with us!' She'll sigh, 'Thus girls give body and soul At first word, think they gain the goal, When 't is the starting-place they climb! 666 16. "My friend makes verse and gets renown; He knows the world, firm, quiet, and gay; They're fools; he cheats, with beard less brown. 17. "For boys say, Love me or I die! I want, who am old and know too much; 18. "While I should make rejoinder" — (then It was, no doubt, you ceased that least Light pressure of my arm in yours) "I can conceive of cheaper cures For a yawning-fit o'er books and men. 19. "What? All I am, was, and might be, All, books taught, art brought, life's whole strife, Painful results since precious, just Were fitly exchanged in wise disgust For two cheeks freshened by youth and sea? 20. 666 'All for a nosegay!—what came first; With fields on flower, untried each side; I rally, need my books and men, And find a nosegay: drop it, then, No match yet made for best or worst!'" 21. That ended me. You judged the porch We left by, Norman; took our look At sea and sky; wondered so few Find out the place for air and view; Remarked the sun began to scorch; 22. Descended, soon regained the Baths, And then, good-bye! Years ten since then: 23. Now I may speak: you fool, for all Your lore! WHO made things plain in vain? What was the sea for? What, the gray, Sad church, that solitary day, Crosses and graves and swallows' call? 24. Was there naught better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach Heaven's employ? 25. No wise beginning, here and now, What cannot grow complete (earth's feat) 26. No grasping at love, gaining a share O' the sole spark from God's life at strife With death, so, sure of range above The limits here? For us and love, Failure; but, when God fails, despair. E 27. This you call wisdom? Thus you add You loved, with body worn and weak ; Were both loves worthless since ill-clad ? 28. Let the mere starfish in his vault Crawl in a wash of weed, indeed, Rose-jacynth to the finger-tips: He, whole in body and soul, outstrips Man, found with either in default. 29. But what's whole, can increase no more, Is dwarfed and dies, since here's its sphere. The Devil laughed at you in his sleeve! Or You knew not? That, I well believe; you had saved two souls: nay, four. 30. For Stephanie sprained last night her wrist, Ancle, or something. "Pooh!" cry you? At any rate she danced, all say, Vilely: her vogue has had its day. Here comes my husband from his whist. |