 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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CHE SARA SARA!
Preach wisdom unto him who understands!
When there's such lovely longing in thine eyes,
And such a pulse in thy small clinging hands,
What is the good of being great or wise?
When there's such lovely longing in thine eyes,
And such a pulse in thy small clinging hands,
What is the good of being great or wise?
What is the good of beating up the dust
On the world's highway, vext with drouthy heat?
Oh, I grow fatalist—what must be must,
Seeing that thou, belovéd, art so sweet!
On the world's highway, vext with drouthy heat?
Oh, I grow fatalist—what must be must,
Seeing that thou, belovéd, art so sweet!
| In the Dorian Mood | |