 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE RUSTY MAN
(BY A SOURED ONE)
In La Mancha he mopeth,With beard thin and dusty;
He doteth and mopeth
In library fusty—
'Mong his old folios gropeth:
Cites obsolete saws
Of chivalry's laws—
Be the wronged one's knight:
Die, but do right.
So he rusts and musts,
While each grocer green
Thriveth apace with the fulsome face
Of a fool serene.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |