The Scarlet Gown eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Scarlet Gown.

The Scarlet Gown eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Scarlet Gown.

At midnight round the city
   He carols wild and free
Some sweet unmeaning ditty
   In many a changing key;
And each succeeding verse is
Commingled with the curses
Of those whose sleep disperses
   Like sal volatile.

He shaves and takes his toddy
   Like any fourth year man,
And clothes his growing body
   After another plan
 Than that which once delighted
When, in the days benighted,
Like some wild thing excited
   About the fields he ran.

III

A sweet life and an idle
   He lives from year to year,
Unknowing bit or bridle
   (There are no proctors here),
Free as the flying swallow
Which Ida’s Prince would follow
If but his bones were hollow,
   Until the end draws near.

Then comes a Dies Irae,
   When full of misery
And torments worse than fiery
   He crams for his degree;
 And hitherto unvexed books,
Dry lectures, abstracts, text-books,
Perplexing and perplexed books,
   Make life seem vanity.

IV

Before admiring sister
   And mother, see, he stands,
Made Artium Magister
   With laying on of hands. 
He gives his books to others
(Perchance his younger brothers),
And free from all such bothers
   Goes out into all lands.

 THE WASTER’S PRESENTIMENT

I shall be spun.  There is a voice within
   Which tells me plainly I am all undone;
For though I toil not, neither do I spin,
      I shall be spun.

April approaches.  I have not begun
   Schwegler or Mackintosh, nor will begin
Those lucid works till April 21.

So my degree I do not hope to win,
   For not by ways like mine degrees are won;
And though, to please my uncle, I go in,
      I shall be spun.

 THE CLOSE OF THE SESSION

The Session’s over.  We must say farewell
   To these east winds and to this eastern sea,
   For summer comes, with swallow and with bee,
With many a flower and many a golfing swell.

No more the horribly discordant bell
   Shall startle slumber; and all men agree
   That whatsoever other things may be
A cause of sorrow, this at least is well.

The class-room shall not open wide its doors,
   Or if it does, such opening will be vain;
      The gown shall hang unused upon a nail;
South Street shall know us not; we’ll wipe the Scores
   From our remembrance; as for Mutto’s Lane,
      Yea, even the memory of this shall fail.

 A BALLAD OF THE TOWN WATER

It is the Police Commissioners,
   All on a winter’s day;
And they to prove the town water
   Have set themselves away.

They went to the north, they went to the south,
   And into the west went they,
Till they found a civil, civil engineer,
   And unto him did say: 

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