The “weather-breeder” with its lovely lie;
The dubiety of any sort of outing;
The chip upon the shoulder of the sky?
Like a beaten horse who dodges your caresses,
Like a child abused who ducks before your frown,
Is the northerner in our warm air that blesses—
O come and live and take your elbow down!
Don’t be afraid; you do not need defences;
This heavenly day breeds not a stormy end;
Lay down your arms! cut off your war expenses!