NOVEMBER 10th
Old happiness is grey as weAnd we may still outstrip her;If we be slippered pantaloonsO let us hunt the slipper!
The old world glows with colours clear,And if, as saith the saint,The world is but a painted show,O let us lick the paint!
Far, far behind are morbid hoursAnd lonely hearts that bleed;Far, far behind us are the daysWhen we were old indeed.
Behold the simple sum of thingsWhere, in one splendour spun,The stars go round the Mulberry Bush,The Burning Bush, the Sun.
'Grey Beards at Play.'
'Grey Beards at Play.'
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