POETRY: A Magazine of Verse
HUMORESQUE
To some the fat gods
Give money,
To some love;
But the gods have given me
Money and love:
Not too much money,
Nor quite enough love!
To some the fat gods
Give money,
To some love.
TWO VOICES
There is a country full of wine
And liquor of the sun,
Where sap is running all the year,
And spring is never done,
Where all is good as it is fair,
And love and will are one.
Old age may never come there,
But ever in to-day
The people talk as in a dream
And laugh slow time away.
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