HE stands before his glass in doubt; His beard by night hath sprouted well. He needs must scrape, -- and yet without He hears begin the lecture bell. Too many times he's skipped the course -- He fears its doors on him may shut: His blade is dull. Now which is worse, To cut and shave, or shave and cut? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |