Maxioms by Richard Eugene Burton
We are the doubles of those whose way
Was festal with fruits and flowers;
Body and brain read more
We are the doubles of those whose way
Was festal with fruits and flowers;
Body and brain we were sound as they,
But the prizes were not ours.
How often in the summer-tide,
His graver business set aside,
His stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed
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How often in the summer-tide,
His graver business set aside,
His stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed
As to the pipe of Pan,
Stepped blithesomely with lover's pride
Across the fields to Anne.
Blessed is the wooing
That is not long a-doing.
Blessed is the wooing
That is not long a-doing.
From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild:
They follow the beck read more
From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild:
They follow the beck of a baleful star,
Their paths are dream-beguiled.
Meanwhile "Black sheep, black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and read more
Meanwhile "Black sheep, black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and wonder why,
And marvel, out in the cold.