LIFE
XXII
I HAD no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
XXIII
'TWAS such a little, little boat
That toddled down the bay!
’T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
That toddled down the bay!
’T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
’T was such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the coast;
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!
That licked it from the coast;
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!
XXIV
WHETHER my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
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