...1 — for the ripple of laughing rime ! Envoy In the work-a-tlay world, — for its needs and woes, There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever the May-bells clash and chime, Then hey 1 — for the ripple of laughing rime 1 Here we have the finest...

...mire and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; — But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars to the casement climb, And a Rosalind-face...

...pedant-strut, In a changing quarrel of " Ayes " and " Noes," In a starched procession of " If " and " But," There is place and enough for the pains of prose : — But whenever a soft glance softer grows, And the light hours dance to the trysting-time, And the secret is told...

...of laughing rhyme! When the brain gets dry as an empty nut, When the reason stands on its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a " formal...glows, And the young year draws to the " golden prime," In a theme where the thoughts have a pedantstrut, In a changing quarrel of " Ayes " and " Noes," In...

...mire and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North wind howls, and the doors are shut, There is place and enough for the pains of prose, But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine stars at the casement climb And a Rosalind face...

...and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut — There is place and enough for the pains of prose : But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows. And the jasmine-stars at the casement climb, And a Rosalind-face...

...pedant-strut, In a changing quarrel of "Ayes" and "Noes," In a starched procession of "If" and "But," — There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever a soft glance softer grows, And the light hours dance to the trysting-time, And the secret is told...

...When the mind (like a beard) has a "formal cut," There is place and enough for the pains of prose;But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young...prime,"— And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose, Then hey!—for the ripple of laughing rhyme! In a theme where the thoughts have a pedant-strut In a changing...

...mire and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, There is place and enough for the pains of prose; — But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars to the casement climb, And a Rosalind-face...

...and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, — There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars at the casement climb, And a Rosalind-face...