Victor Daley


Cares - Poem by Victor Daley

Having certain cares to drown,
To the sea I took them down:
And I threw them in the wave,
That engulfed them like a grave.

Swiftly then I plied the oar
With a light heart to the shore.

But behind me came my foes:
Like a nine-days' corpse each rose,

And (a ghastly sight to see!)
Clutched the boat and grined at me!

With a heavy heart, alack,
To the land I bore them back.

Not in Water or in Wine
Can I drown these cares of mine.

But some day, for good and sure,
I shall bury them secure,

Where the soil is rich and brown,
With a stone to keep them down,

And to let their end be known,
Have my name carved on the stone;

So that passers-by may say,
"Here lie cares that had their day,"

And sometimes by moonlight wan,
I may sit that stone upon.

With a spectre's solemn phlegm,
In my shroud, and laugh at them;

Or, who knows, when all is said?
Maybe weep because they're dead.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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