Love
The Burden of an Ancient Rhyme
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
The burden of an ancient rhyme
Is, " By the forelock seize on Time."
Time in some corner heard it said;
Pricking his ears, away he fled;
And, seeing me upon the road,
A hearty curse on me bestow'd.
" What if I do the same by thee?
How wouldst thou like it? " thunder'd he,
And, without answer thereupon,
Seizing my forelock . . it was gone.
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