BON VOYAGE
He dreams and lives upon the day
When he shall walk with kings.
Vickery smiles—and well he may.
The life-caged linnet sings.
Vickery thinks the time will come
To go for what is his;
But hovering, unseen hands at home
Will hold him where he is.
There's a golden word that he never tells
And a gift that he will not show.
All to be given to some one else—
And Vickery not to know.
BON VOYAGE
Child of a line accurst
And old as Troy,
Bringer of best and worst
In wild alloy—
Light, like a linnet first,
He sang for joy.
Thrall to the gilded ease
Of every day,
Mocker of all degrees
And always gay,
Child of the Cyclades
And of Broadway—
Laughing and half divine
The boy began,
Drunk with a woodland wine
Thessalian:
But there was rue to twine
The pipes of Pan.
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