'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||
PROBLEMS.
By every waft of change and wave of thought,
That sadly tax the meditative mind,
With ragged reasons it goes far to find,
Dread questions man must solve are daily brought;
That sadly tax the meditative mind,
With ragged reasons it goes far to find,
Dread questions man must solve are daily brought;
Enigmas dire that issue out of nought,
And into nothing through the darkness wind,
By blasts of fate in brief consistence wrought,
And grimmer problems ever press behind.
And into nothing through the darkness wind,
By blasts of fate in brief consistence wrought,
And grimmer problems ever press behind.
But, ah, the question that confounds me most,
Is that which broods with hunger on my breast,
And enters in an uninvited guest;
Is that which broods with hunger on my breast,
And enters in an uninvited guest;
It comes with bristling puzzles in a host,
And cries in accents all forbidding rest,
“Are babies better eating boiled or roast?”
And cries in accents all forbidding rest,
“Are babies better eating boiled or roast?”
'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||