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DIS ALITER VISUM;

OR,

LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS.

1.

Stop, let me have the truth of that!

Is that all true? I say, the day
Ten years ago when both of us

Met on a morning, friends
We meet this evening, friends or what?-

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as thus

2.

Did you — because I took your arm

And sillily smiled, “A mass of brass That sea looks, blazing underneath !”

While up the cliff-road edged with heath, We took the turns nor came to harm

3.

Did you

consider 6 Now makes twice That I have seen her, walked and talked With this poor, pretty, thoughtful thing,

Whose worth I weigh: she tries to sing; Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice;

4.

6 Reads verse and thinks she understands ;

Loves all, at any rate, that 's great, Good, beautiful ; but much as we

Down at the Bath-house love the sea, Who breathe its salt and bruise its sands :

:

5.

“ While ... do but follow the fishing-gull

That flaps and floats from wave to cave ! There's the sea-lover, fair my friend!

! What then? Be patient, mark and mend ! Had you the making of your scull?”

6.

And did you, when we faced the church

With spire and sad slate roof, aloof From human fellowship so far,

Where a few graveyard crosses are, And garlands for the swallows' perch,

7. Did you determine, as we stepped

O’er the lone stone fence, “ Let me get Her for myself, and what 's the earth

With all its art, verse, music, worth Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

8.

“ Schumann 's our music-maker now ;

Has his march-movement youth and mouth? Ingres 's the modern man that paints ;

Which will lean on me, of his saints ? Heine for songs; for kisses, how?”

9.

And did you, when we entered, reached

The votive frigate, soft aloft Riding on air this hundred years,

Safe-smiling at old hopes and fears, Did you draw profit while she preached ?

10.

Resolving “ Fools we wise men grow!

Yes, I could easily blurt out curt Some question that might find reply

As prompt in her stopped lips, dropped eye, And rush of red to cheek and brow:

11.

« Thus were a match made, sure and fast,

'Mid the blue weed-flowers round the mound Where, issuing, we shall stand and stay

For one more look at Baths and bay, Sands, sea-gulls, and the old church last

12.

A match 'twixt me, bent, wigged, and lamed,

Famous, however, for verse and worse, Sure of the Fortieth

spare

Arm-chair
When gout and glory seat me there,
So, one whose love-freaks pass unblamed, -

13.

“ And this young beauty, round and sound

As a mountain-apple, youth and truth With loves and doves, at all events With money in the Three

per

Cents; Whose choice of me would seem profound :

14.

“ She might take me as I take her.

Perfect the hour would pass, alas !
Climb high, love high, what matter? Still,
Feet, feelings, must descend the hill :

An hour's perfection can't recur.

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15.

“ Then follows Paris and full time

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For both to reason : Thus with us !' She 'll sigh, “Thus girls give body and soul

At first word, think they gain the goal, When 't is the starting-place they climb!

16.

6. My friend makes verse and gets renown;

Have they all fifty years, his peers ?
He knows the world, firm, quiet, and gay: ;

Boys will become as much one day:
They ’re fools ; he cheats, with beard less brown.

17.

« «For boys say, Love me or I die!

He did not say, The truth is, youth
I want, who am old and know too much;

I'd catch youth : lend me sight and touch ! Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dry!

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18. “ While I should make rejoinder" - (then

It was, no doubt, you ceased that least Light pressure of my arm in yours)

“I can conceive of cheaper cures For a yawning-fit o'er books and men.

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