Such bitter joyousness I’d have, and action,

Were you here—be no more the fool who broods

On true Adventure till he wakes her scorning—

But we’re too petty for such noble warning!

And I find just as perfect satisfaction

In analyzing these, and other moods!

TWO MORE MUSES

When this amusing planet is bereft of me,

They will depart who made my noonshine night;

The dwarfed and crippled wizard to the left of me,