The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
Charles Stuart Calverley (18311884)Changed
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Why I ne’er smile as was my wont;
I only know that as a fact,
I don’t.
I used to roam o’er glen and glade
Buoyant and blithe as other folk;
And not unfrequently I made
A joke.
I’d sing, as one whose heart must break,
Lay upon lay; I nearly learned
To shake.
All day I sang; of love, of fame,
Of fights our fathers fought of yore,
Until the thing almost became
A bore.
It is not that I deem them low;
’Tis that I can’t remember how
They go.
I could not range the hills till high
Above me stood the summer moon;
And as to dancing, I could fly
As soon.
I sprang erewhile, attract no more;
Although I am but sixty-three
Or four.
Nay, worse than that, I seem of late
To shrink from happy boyhood. Boys
Have grown so noisy, and I hate
A noise.
By swarming up its stem for eggs;
They drive their horrid hoops between
My legs;
It’s idle to repine, I know;
I’ll tell you what I’ll do instead:
I’ll drink my arrow-root, and go
To bed.