The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven to the Sea; A jeweled home, in fending foam

Three score and ten, the psalmist… And half my course is well—nigh ru… I’ve had my flout at dusty death, I’ve had my whack of feast and fun… I’ve mocked at those who prate and…

You speak to me, but does your spe… With truest truth your thought con… I listen to your words and each Is what I wait to hear you say. The pattern that your lips reveal,

I just think that dreams are best, Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test, Try not how your silver rings; Fancy women pure and good,

Said he: "You saw the Master clea… By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in tweedy coat and seedy hat. you tell me you did not intrude,

O meadow lark, so wild and free, It cannot be, it cannot be, That men to merchandise your spell Do close you in a wicker hell! O hedgerow thrush so mad with glee…

Clorinda met me on the way As I came from the train; Her face was anything but gay, In fact, suggested pain. “Oh hubby, hubby dear!” she cried,

My Master is a man of might With manners like a hog; He makes me slave from morn to nig… And treats me like a dog. He thinks there’s nothing on this…

Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid the tavern tattle

Mother focused with a frown The part of me where I sit down. Said she: “Your pants are wearing… Let me sew on a patch for you.” And so she did,—of azure blue.

We have no heart for civil strife, Our burdens we prefer to bear; We long to live a peaceful life And claim of happiness our share. If only to be clothed and fed

I saw the Greatest Man on Earth, Aye, saw him with my proper eyes. A loin—cloth spanned his proper gi… But he was naked otherwise, Excepting for his grey sombrero;

Was It You? “Hullo, young Jones! with your ti… And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in the usu… For I’m overdrawn, I fear.”

I own a gorgeous Cadillac, A chauffeur garbed in blue; And as I sit behind his back His beefy neck I view. Yet let me whisper, though you may