Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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LXXIV
IN THE SOPHIST'S AKADEMÊ:
AN IDLER
The old man babbles on. Ye gods, I swear
My soul is sick of these philosophers!
In sooth I marvel that young blood should care
To hear such vapid stuff: yet no one stirs.
Who's for a breath of unpolluted air?
See yonder brown-eyed nursling of the Muse,—
I'll pluck his robe and ask him; if he choose,
We two can steal away and none be ware.
What joy to find a woodland rill, and wade
Knee-deep through pebbly shallows; then to lie
With glistening limbs along the open glade,
And let the soft-lipped sunbeams kiss them dry:
Or wandering in the grove's remoter shade
To sport and jest and talk—philosophy!
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