Weak wish nudged wisdom, and weak wisdom wish.
Who gets on better?
XIV.
So that night we went.
And, all the way, my gay guide rail’d at me.
“Aha, my bachelor, your roving love,
Aha, has had its day! Yon sunset hues
But deck the curtains hung before its night.”
“Alas,” I cried, “if I must through them pass,
Woe me who wish it! See, in front of them,