COLLECTED POEMS
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
II
A Mighty Runner
(Nicarchus)
The day when Charmus ran with five
In Arcady, as I'm alive,
He came in seventh. "Five and one
Make seven, you say ? It can't be done."
Well, if you think it needs a note,
A friend in a fur overcoat
Ran with him, crying all the while,
"You'll beat 'em, Charmus, by a mile!"
And so he came in seventh.
Therefore, good Zoilus, you see
The thing is plain as plain can be;
And with four more for company,
He would have been eleventh.
III
The Raven
(Nicarchus)
THE gloom of death is on the raven's wing,
The song of death is in the raven's cries:
But when Demophilus begins to sing,
The raven dies.
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