COMFORT

WHO would care to pass his life away

Of the Lotos-land a dreamful denizen,—

Lotos-islands in a waveless bay,

Sung by Alfred Tennyson?

Who would care to be a dull new-comer

Far across the wild sea’s wide abysses,

Where, about the earth’s three thousandth summer,

Passed divine Ulysses?

Rather give me coffee, art, a book,