Cherries

Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair

Wealth that never yet was but might be all that verse-making were

If the life would but lengthen to wish, let the mind be laid bare.

So I said "To do little is bad, to do nothing is worse" -- And made verse.

Love-making, how simple a matter! No depths to explore,

No heights in a life to ascend! No disheartening Before,

No affrighting Hereafter, love now will be love evermore.

So I felt " To keep silence were folly: " all language above, I made love.