TO THE HON. T. H. W. PELHAM WHILE you, at Brynhyffyn, Are taking your muffin, And shrimps and plum-duff in The sight of the sea, Remember, remember, The Ides of September, And this junior member, Who wishes to flee! You, bold as a Viking, And clad to your liking, Go bathing or 'biking,' Wherever you please; He, worried and fretting, Tight-collared and sweating, Is well-nigh forgetting The colour of trees! No President wrings you, No work the post brings you, The salt water stings you Wherever you go; Lost, -- lost in the Present, And free as a pheasant, Your 'Minutes' are pleasant, But his are not so! For 'F. and H.' grinds him, And blue paper blinds him, And red tape enwinds him From shoulder to knee; While you at Brynhyffyn Grow sleek as a puffin, With every new snuff in You take of the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN THE CRISIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HOPELESS PASSION by BERTON BRALEY |