ITHE LURE NO, no,forget your Cricket and your Ant, | |
| For I shall never set my name to theirs | |
| That now bespeak the very sons and heirs | |
| Incarnate of Queen Gossip and King Cant. | |
| The case of Leffingwell is mixed, I grant, | 5 |
| And futile Seems the burden that he bears; | |
| But are we sounding his forlorn affairs | |
| Who brand him parasite and sycophant? | |
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| I tell you, Leffingwell was more than these; | |
| And if he prove a rather sorry knight, | 10 |
| What quiverings in the distance of what light | |
| May not have lured him with high promises, | |
| And then gone down?He may have been deceived; | |
| He may have lied,he did; and he believed. | |
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IITHE QUICKSTEP THE DIRGE is over, the good work is done, | 15 |
| All as he would have had it, and we go; | |
| And we who leave him say we do not know | |
| How much is ended or how much begun. | |
| So men have said before of many a one; | |
| So men may say of us when Time shall throw | 20 |
| Such earth as may be needful to bestow | |
| On you and me the covering hush we shun. | |
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| Well hated, better loved, he played and lost, | |
| And left us; and we smile at his arrears; | |
| And who are we to know what it all cost, | 25 |
| Or what we may have wrung from him, the buyer? | |
| The pageant of his failure-laden years | |
| Told ruin of high price. The place was higher. | |
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IIIREQUIESCAT WE never knew the sorrow or the pain | |
| Within him, for he seemed as one asleep | 30 |
| Until he faced us with a dying leap, | |
| And with a blast of paramount, profane, | |
| And vehement valediction did explain | |
| To each of us, in words that we shall keep, | |
| Why we were not to wonder or to weep, | 35 |
| Or ever dare to wish him back again. | |
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| He may be now an amiable shade, | |
| With merry fellow-phantoms unafraid | |
| Around himbut we do not ask. We know | |
| That he would rise and haunt us horribly, | 40 |
| And be with us o nights of a certainty. | |
| Did we not hear him when he told us so? | |