LIFE
XXII
I HAD no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but sinceSome industry must be,The little toil of love, I thought,Was large enough for me.
XXIII
'TWAS such a little, little boatThat toddled down the bay!’T was such a gallant, gallant seaThat beckoned it away!
’T was such a greedy, greedy waveThat licked it from the coast;Nor ever guessed the stately sailsMy little craft was lost!
XXIV
WHETHER my bark went down at sea,Whether she met with gales,Whether to isles enchantedShe bent her docile sails;
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