Christopher Morley,
The Eighth Sin
(1912)
“ A wetting can be at an inn consoled. Before our wheels there lies unrolled A land of meadows and streams—too soon We will lose it: Come, would you live blindfold? Come for a bicycling afternoon!Envoy. O Tutors, the blinding sun awoke us From our pipes, our papers, our bookish swoon— And, lest our learning should rise and choke us We went for a bicycling afternoon! ”
Christopher Morley,
The Eighth Sin
(1912)
“ With voices clear and shrill? Alas, be neither hears nor sees His gilded eyes are blind And he must always face the breeze Nor ever look behind— If the wind be east, though the sun set red He may not ever turn his head! ”
Christopher Morley,
The Eighth Sin
(1912)
“ Deep in the moat: so tame he comes To lip your fingers offering crumbs. Tall chimneys, like long listening ears, White shutters, ivy green and thick, And walls of ruddy Tudor brick Grown mellow with the passing years. ”
