For black is white and pink is blue!
Tell me is virtue not vice, in sooth?
And falsehood what but incongruous truth?
Glittering threads of thought I weave,
Warp and woof, into cloth of gold.
Advertisement
And eke revamp the legends of old,-
Poetical hash of old and new.
Hash! inscrutable mystery!
Vanished the maiden, - woe is me!
I wander adown the meadows brown;
The clear Charles plasheth and whispereth low,-
Whispereth low in its somnolent flow,
Beareth me tales from field, from town.
Over the river sunbeams quiver;
Where is happiness? - Gone forever.
Want to keep up with breaking news?
Subscribe to our email newsletter.
Read more in News
Appleton Chapel.
