TO THE HON. T. H. W. PELHAM WHILE you, at Brynhyffyn, Are taking your muffin, And shrimps and plum-duff in The sight of the sea, Remember, remember, The Ides of September, And this junior member, Who wishes to flee! You, bold as a Viking, And clad to your liking, Go bathing or 'biking,' Wherever you please; He, worried and fretting, Tight-collared and sweating, Is well-nigh forgetting The colour of trees! No President wrings you, No work the post brings you, The salt water stings you Wherever you go; Lost, -- lost in the Present, And free as a pheasant, Your 'Minutes' are pleasant, But his are not so! For 'F. and H.' grinds him, And blue paper blinds him, And red tape enwinds him From shoulder to knee; While you at Brynhyffyn Grow sleek as a puffin, With every new snuff in You take of the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEFILED SANCTUARY by WILLIAM BLAKE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 48 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY SONNET: 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD MUSIC TO ME by ADELE SHAW BOONE |