 | The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan |  |
Amazed I cried, ‘If I conceive thee right,
Wiser is he who lieth in a dream,
Idly revolting, drowsy, indolent,
Than he who like his fellows fareth on?
These fields are sweet—'tis bright and golden weather—
But when the cold rain cometh, and the snow,
Where wilt thou house?’
Wiser is he who lieth in a dream,
Idly revolting, drowsy, indolent,
Than he who like his fellows fareth on?
These fields are sweet—'tis bright and golden weather—
But when the cold rain cometh, and the snow,
Where wilt thou house?’
| The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan | |