I never had you, nor will I ever have youI suppose
A few words, an approachas in the bar yesterday, and nothing more
It is, undeniably, a pity
But we who serve Artsometimes with intensity of mind, and of course onlyfor a short while...
The days have slain the days, and the seasons have gone
And brought me the summer again; and here on the grass I
As erst I lay and was glad ere I meddled with right and with wrong
Wide lies the mead as of old, and the river is creeping
"No animal is half as
As Crocky–Wock, the crocodile
On Saturdays he likes to
Six juicy children for his
Joy that's half too keen, and true,
Makes us tears
Oh
the sweetness of the tears
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half
Must I because of this half and that half go wandering and changing ceaselessly like rain in its cycle, must I sleep among rocks, and grow rugged like the t...