Hilaire Belloc

I'm tired of Love:
I'm still more tired of Rhyme
But Money gives me pleasure all the time

Of Courtesy, it is much
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy

Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His
His uncle came on Franklin
Carousing in the Dirt
He shook him hard from Side to

Lady and Queen and Mystery
And very Regent of the untroubled sky,
Whom in a dream St
Hilda did

Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still…And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill

When you are mixed with many I descry A single light, and judge the rest thereby
But when you are alone with me, why then,
I quite forget all women and all men

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness
And in that dreadful company
And the sad night with silent footsteps go