Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

To Ligurinus - Poem by Eugene Field

O Cruel fair,
Whose flowing hair
The envy and the pride of all is,
As onward roll
The years, that poll
Will get as bald as a billiard ball is;
Then shall your skin, now pink and dimply,
Be tanned to parchment, sear and pimply!

When you behold
Yourself grown old,
These words shall speak your spirits moody:
'Unhappy one!
What heaps of fun
I've missed by being goody-goody!
Oh, that I might have felt the hunger
Of loveless age when I was younger!'


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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