To banish them for ever one would say,
This must be every busy man’s desire.
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The burden of Sad Colours. Thou shalt see
Gold tarnished, ghostly grey, and livid green,
And lank and languorous thy face must be
To harmonise with the lugubrious scene.
And thou shalt say of scarlet, “It have been,”
And sighing of old tints and tones shalt tire.
To bring back brightness and to banish spleen,