Postponement
And considered his weak old hands on the counterpane.
His eyes were become too dim to see the Here and Now,
Or to divine the local glories just About to Be.
In a negative way he had been a good enough man;
And, "Heaven will do," he sighed;
"But—has it a Val d'Arno, a Villa d'Este,
Or . . . ."
But you, kind friend and reader,
Shall have the last word here;
And mind you choose it well.
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