MISERS
I know of misers meaner than are thoseWho lay awake at night to guard their treasure,Which is in their possession only dust,A sordid, useless heap of gilded dustThat might have given peace and bread to many.The misers whom I mean are fair to see,Delightful to converse with and to kiss;They fascinate us with their wondrous eyesAs serpents fascinate the little birds.They draw us closer to them, ever closer,Then suddenly like serpents they coil upAnd put beyond our grasp their queenly treasures,Alas! in their possession to remain,But useless, vain and perishable thingsThat might have given ecstasy to many.
I know of misers meaner than are thoseWho lay awake at night to guard their treasure,Which is in their possession only dust,A sordid, useless heap of gilded dustThat might have given peace and bread to many.The misers whom I mean are fair to see,Delightful to converse with and to kiss;They fascinate us with their wondrous eyesAs serpents fascinate the little birds.They draw us closer to them, ever closer,Then suddenly like serpents they coil upAnd put beyond our grasp their queenly treasures,Alas! in their possession to remain,But useless, vain and perishable thingsThat might have given ecstasy to many.
I know of misers meaner than are thoseWho lay awake at night to guard their treasure,Which is in their possession only dust,A sordid, useless heap of gilded dustThat might have given peace and bread to many.
I know of misers meaner than are those
Who lay awake at night to guard their treasure,
Which is in their possession only dust,
A sordid, useless heap of gilded dust
That might have given peace and bread to many.
The misers whom I mean are fair to see,Delightful to converse with and to kiss;They fascinate us with their wondrous eyesAs serpents fascinate the little birds.They draw us closer to them, ever closer,Then suddenly like serpents they coil upAnd put beyond our grasp their queenly treasures,Alas! in their possession to remain,But useless, vain and perishable thingsThat might have given ecstasy to many.
The misers whom I mean are fair to see,
Delightful to converse with and to kiss;
They fascinate us with their wondrous eyes
As serpents fascinate the little birds.
They draw us closer to them, ever closer,
Then suddenly like serpents they coil up
And put beyond our grasp their queenly treasures,
Alas! in their possession to remain,
But useless, vain and perishable things
That might have given ecstasy to many.