Oh, when I was in love withyou, 
     
     Then I was clean and brave, 
     
    

    
     And miles around the wonder grew 
     
     How well I did behave. ‘ 
     
    

    
     And now the fancy passes by, 
     
     And nothing will remain, 
     
    

    
     And miles around they’ll say that I 
     
    
   
   
    
     Am quite myself again. 
     
    
   
   
    
     —a. e. housman 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     u 
     
    
   
   
    
     . APRIL. 1970 
     
    
   
   
    
     anyone lived in 3 pi 
     
     (with up so floating 
     
     spring summer autu 
     
     he sang his didn’t hr 
     
    
   
   
    
     Women and men (b1 
     
     cared for anyone not 
     
     they sowed their is 
     
     sun moon stars rain 
     
    
   
   
    
     children guessed (but 
     
     and. down they forgo 
     
     autumn winter spring 
     
     that noone loved him 
     
    
   
   
    
     when by now and tre 
     
     she laughed his joy sp 
     
     bird by snow and sti 
     
     anyone’s any was all 
     
    
   
   
    
     someones married the 
     
     laughed ther cryings 
     
     (sleep wake hope an: 
     
     said their nevers the; 
     
    
   
   
    
     stars rain sun moon 
     
     (and only the snow c 
     
     how children are apt 
     
     with up so floating 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     one day anyone died i 
     
     (and noone stopped t 
     
     busy folk buried the 
     
    

    
     little by little and w 
     
     all by all and deep by 
     
     and more by more th 
     
     noone and anyone ear 
     
     wish by spirit and if 
     
    
   
   
    
     Women and men (bo 
     
     summer autumn winte 
     
     reaped their sowing i 
     
     sun moon stars rain  
     
    
   
   
    
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     ’0 Duty, ‘ 
     
    

    
     Why hast thou not the visage of a sweetie or a, cutie? ‘ 
     
    

    
     Why glitter they spectacles so ominously? 1 
     
    

    
     Why art thou clad so abominously? ‘ 
     
    

    
     Why art thou so different from Venus 
     
    

    
     And why do thou and l have so few interests mutually in 
     
     common between us? 
     
    

    
     Why art thou fifty per cent martyr 
     
    

    
     And fifty-one per cent Tartar? 
     
    
   
   
    
     Why is thy unfortunate wont 
     
    

    
     To try to attract people by calling on them either to leave 
     
     undone the deeds they like, or to do the deeds they don't? 
     
    

    
     Why art thou so like an April post-mortem 
     
    

    
     Or something that died in the ortumn? 
     
    

    
     Above all. why dost thou continue to hound me? 
     
    

    
     Why art thou always albatrosst hanging around me? 
     
    
   
   
    
     Thou so ubiquitous, 
     
    

    
     And I so iniquitous. ’ 
     
    

    
     I seem to be the one person in the world thou art perpetual]! 
     
     preaching at who or to who; ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     “Whatever looks like fun, there art thou standing beth 
     
    
   
   
    
     me and it, calling yoo-hoo. , A 
     
     0 Duty, Duty! 
     
     How noble a man should I be hadst thou the visage Of a 
     
     sweetie or a cutie: “ 
     
    
   
   
    
     But as it is thou art so much forbiddinger‘ than a WOde‘ 
     
     house hero's forbiddingest aunt V I 
     
     That in the words of the poet, When Duty whispers low, Th0“ 
     
     must, this erstwhile youth replies. I Just can’t. 
     
     ' . _.ogdefl “Sh