Part 4 (1/2)

Thou seest the tryst that's neither here nor there

Thou seest the gallant with hissword, And honor at his feet;--the miser's hoard, And Lo! the music, sword, and tryst are there

Say when has old?

Say when do lover's wand'ring fro, Turn wholly froold where erst it did belong Then love inged music as of old

TO X

And thou hast seen yon priest in holy stole, But thinkest, never yet a jackal's skin, E ointment for the soul, May not remember when his ohole

Behold a myriad monks he ushereth in Whom dol'rous chant pronounceth holy kin, And yet each readeth fro sects pronounce decree, Thenin eternity, Hath writ his secret hope in n shall be-- And even now the priestly finger crooks

WANDERING WILLIE

Willie, Willie, merry piper, Wand'rer too from clime to clime, Tell me if thy fruit is riper, Sweeter than olden apple, I have never tasted yet?

Hast thou seen a pearly dapple, Finer skies than mine have set?

Hast thou heard a music sweeter, Than my wildest dreams intone?

Hast thou found a joy completer, Than a pleasure I have known?

Willie, Willie, wand'ring ever, Whither wend thy ard feet?

Farther still ain to meet?

Wander on I would not stay thee-- Fain were I a wand'rer too

Drinking where the founts delay thee, Thirsting all thy deserts through

What! though little thou hast gathered, Golden wealth is that I ween

What! though nothing thou hast fathered, Careless fancies are thy yean

All thy trees mayhap are fruitless; All thy hopes be shi+ps afar, All thy plans mayhap are bootless,-- Still thou hast the eastern star

I, in peace and plenty, yearning, Yearning for thy wand'rer's crust Weary, aching, burning, burning, Fevered failure of the wander-lust

Wander on,still for joy to greet thee, Piping on thy piccolo