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TO GEORGE BERNARD SHAW.
No slave at least art thou, on this dull Day
When slaves and knaves throng in Life's banquet-hall! . . .
Who listens to thy scornful laugh must say
‘Wormwood, tho' bitter, is medicinal!’
When slaves and knaves throng in Life's banquet-hall! . . .
Who listens to thy scornful laugh must say
‘Wormwood, tho' bitter, is medicinal!’
Because thou turnest from our Feast of Lies
Where prosperous priests with whores and warriors feed,
Because thy Jester's mask hides loving eyes,
I name thee here, and bid thy work ‘God speed!’
Where prosperous priests with whores and warriors feed,
Because thy Jester's mask hides loving eyes,
I name thee here, and bid thy work ‘God speed!’
The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan | ||