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DESIRE.
I would the Fates were busier
A shaping out my name and story.
It seems not like a haggard Fate
To hesitate, and hesitate;
But they'll demur if they prefer,
And far away is fame and glory.
A shaping out my name and story.
It seems not like a haggard Fate
To hesitate, and hesitate;
But they'll demur if they prefer,
And far away is fame and glory.
Perhaps delay is profiting,
And disappointments shape a moral;
But age cares not for sweet applause,
For age is wise with “says and saws.”
With merry spring I love to sing
And with my youth I seek my laurel.
And disappointments shape a moral;
But age cares not for sweet applause,
For age is wise with “says and saws.”
With merry spring I love to sing
And with my youth I seek my laurel.
I cannot choose experience
To lead me faltering and jaded,
While all the blossom of my life
Is wasting in the fretful strife,
Till reaching hence that height intense
I find the myrtle plucked or faded.
To lead me faltering and jaded,
While all the blossom of my life
Is wasting in the fretful strife,
Till reaching hence that height intense
I find the myrtle plucked or faded.
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No wreath of honor dignifies
The silver hairs, nor all endeavor
Finds any mark of royalty
However rich the trophy be.
Now I would rise and seize the prize,
Then rest forever and forever.
The silver hairs, nor all endeavor
Finds any mark of royalty
However rich the trophy be.
Now I would rise and seize the prize,
Then rest forever and forever.
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