AS Love and Hope together

Walk by me for a while,

Link-armed the ways they travel

For many a pleasant mile —

Link-armed and dumb they travel,

They sing not, but they smile.

Hope leaving, Love commences

To practise on the lute;

And as he sings and travels

With lingering, laggard foot,

Despair plays obligato

The sentimental flute.

Until in singing garments

Comes royally, at call —

Comes limber-hipped Indiff’rence

Free stepping, straight and tall —

Comes singing and lamenting,

The sweetest pipe of all.

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