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926                                              The Kingfisher

IT was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
   And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
   So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
   Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
   Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
   Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
   That’s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.

927                                                 Money

WHEN I had money, money, O!
    I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
    Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
    A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
    Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
    How poor men’s hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
    About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
    And see the rich ones coldly frown—
Poor men, think I, need not go up
    So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
    My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
    My friends are real, though very few.

928                                                  Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.


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