POLITICS

POLITICS

You say a thousand things,Persuasively,And with strange passion hotly I agree,And praise your zest,And thenA blackbird singsOn April lilac, or fieldfaring men,Ghostlike, with loaded wain,Come down the twilit laneTo rest,And what is all your argument to me?Oh yes—I know, I know,It must be so—You must deviseYour myriad policies,For we are little wise,And must be led and marshalled, lest we keepToo fast a sleepFar from the central world’s realities.Yes, we must heed—For surely you revealLife’s very heart; surely with flaming zealYou search our folly and our secret need;And surely it is wrongTo count my blackbird’s song,My cones of lilac, and my wagon team,More than a world of dream.But stillA voice calls from the hill—I must away—I cannot hear your argument to-day.

You say a thousand things,Persuasively,And with strange passion hotly I agree,And praise your zest,And thenA blackbird singsOn April lilac, or fieldfaring men,Ghostlike, with loaded wain,Come down the twilit laneTo rest,And what is all your argument to me?Oh yes—I know, I know,It must be so—You must deviseYour myriad policies,For we are little wise,And must be led and marshalled, lest we keepToo fast a sleepFar from the central world’s realities.Yes, we must heed—For surely you revealLife’s very heart; surely with flaming zealYou search our folly and our secret need;And surely it is wrongTo count my blackbird’s song,My cones of lilac, and my wagon team,More than a world of dream.But stillA voice calls from the hill—I must away—I cannot hear your argument to-day.

You say a thousand things,Persuasively,And with strange passion hotly I agree,And praise your zest,And thenA blackbird singsOn April lilac, or fieldfaring men,Ghostlike, with loaded wain,Come down the twilit laneTo rest,And what is all your argument to me?

You say a thousand things,

Persuasively,

And with strange passion hotly I agree,

And praise your zest,

And then

A blackbird sings

On April lilac, or fieldfaring men,

Ghostlike, with loaded wain,

Come down the twilit lane

To rest,

And what is all your argument to me?

Oh yes—I know, I know,It must be so—You must deviseYour myriad policies,For we are little wise,And must be led and marshalled, lest we keepToo fast a sleepFar from the central world’s realities.Yes, we must heed—For surely you revealLife’s very heart; surely with flaming zealYou search our folly and our secret need;And surely it is wrongTo count my blackbird’s song,My cones of lilac, and my wagon team,More than a world of dream.But stillA voice calls from the hill—I must away—I cannot hear your argument to-day.

Oh yes—I know, I know,

It must be so—

You must devise

Your myriad policies,

For we are little wise,

And must be led and marshalled, lest we keep

Too fast a sleep

Far from the central world’s realities.

Yes, we must heed—

For surely you reveal

Life’s very heart; surely with flaming zeal

You search our folly and our secret need;

And surely it is wrong

To count my blackbird’s song,

My cones of lilac, and my wagon team,

More than a world of dream.

But still

A voice calls from the hill—

I must away—

I cannot hear your argument to-day.


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