ANOTHER book! How my heart flees From where these pinchbeck gentry are, From their salutes and money far, And all our phraseologies! Another of my Pierrots gone! Too lonely in this world was he; Full of an elegance lunary The soul that through his quaintness shone. The gods depart; the fools endure. Ah, it grows worse from day to day; My time is up, I take my way Toward the Inclusive Sinecure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM |