Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . Cotnar begins to operateAnd the tongue of the rogue to run at a proper rate,And our wine-skin, tight once, shows each flaccid dent,I shall drop in with—as if by accident— You never knew then, how it all ended, What fortunes good or bad attendedThe little lady your Queen befriended? 122 I THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS —And when thats told me, whats remaining?This world s too hard for my explaining—The same wise judge of matters equineWho still preferred some slim four-year-oldTo the big-boned stock of mighty Berold,And for strong Cotnar d
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . Cotnar begins to operateAnd the tongue of the rogue to run at a proper rate,And our wine-skin, tight once, shows each flaccid dent,I shall drop in with—as if by accident— You never knew then, how it all ended, What fortunes good or bad attendedThe little lady your Queen befriended? 122 I THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS —And when thats told me, whats remaining?This world s too hard for my explaining—The same wise judge of matters equineWho still preferred some slim four-year-oldTo the big-boned stock of mighty Berold,And for strong Cotnar drank French weak wine,He also must be such a Ladys scorner !Smooth Jacob still robs homely Esau,Now up, now down, the world s one see-saw !—So, I shall find out some snug cornerUnder a hedge, like Orson the wood-knight,.Turn myself round and bid the world good night;And sleep a sound sleep till the trumpets blowingWakes me (unless priests cheat us laymen)To a world where s to be no further throwingPearls before swine that cant value them. Amen 1. 123 EARTHS IMMORTALITIES EARTHS IMMORTALITIES FAME See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,Our poets wants the freshness of its prime;Spite of the sextons browsing horse, the sodsHave struggled thro its binding osier-rods ;Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry,Wanting the brick-work promised by and by ;How the minute grey lichens, plate oer plate, .Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date! LOVE So, the year s done with ! {Love me for ever !)All March begun with, Aprils endeavour;May-wreaths that bound me June needs must sever !Now snows fall round me, Quenching Junes fever— {Love me for ever !) SONGI Nay but you, who do not love her,Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught—speak truth—above her?Aught like this tress, see, and this tress, And this last fairest tress of all. So fair, see, ere I let it fall! 124 i*^ ;son^ <^o h s/ie -not
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