SEASIDE.
Go wear your tortured smile; speak and say nought;
Be laughed at by your diamonds—I prefer
My light, loose garb—freedom of face and thought,
And this uncompromising thunderer.
Be laughed at by your diamonds—I prefer
My light, loose garb—freedom of face and thought,
And this uncompromising thunderer.
What do I where you mince and compliment,
And meet to hide the better, and deny
The deeper life within you?—I was sent
To live at least in simple verity.
And meet to hide the better, and deny
The deeper life within you?—I was sent
To live at least in simple verity.
