John Marr and Other Poems eBook

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Care is all stuff:—­
      Puff!  Puff! 
To puff is enough:—­
      Puff!  Puff
More musky than snuff,
And warm is a puff:—­
      Puff!  Puff
Here we sit mid our puffs,
Like old lords in their ruffs,
Snug as bears in their muffs:—­
      Puff!  Puff
Then puff, puff, puff,
For care is all stuff,
Puffed off in a puff—­
      Puff!  Puff!


Departed the pride, and the glory of Mardi: 
The vaunt of her isles sleeps deep in the sea,
  That rolls o’er his corse with a hush,
  His warriors bend over their spears,
  His sisters gaze upward and mourn. 
    Weep, weep, for Adondo is dead! 
  The sun has gone down in a shower;
  Buried in clouds the face of the moon;
Tears stand in the eyes of the starry skies,
  And stand in the eyes of the flowers;
And streams of tears are the trickling brooks,
    Coursing adown the mountains.—­
  Departed the pride, and the glory of Mardi: 
  The vaunt of her isles sleeps deep in the sea. 
Fast falls the small rain on its bosom that
  Not showers of rain, but the tears of Oro.


We rovers bold,
  To the land of Gold,
Over the bowling billows are gliding: 
  Eager to toil,
  For the golden spoil,
And every hardship biding. 
  See!  See! 
Before our prows’ resistless dashes
The gold-fish fly in golden flashes! 
  ’Neath a sun of gold,
  We rovers bold,
On the golden land are gaining;
  And every night,
  We steer aright,
By golden stars unwaning! 
All fires burn a golden glare: 
No locks so bright as golden hair! 
  All orange groves have golden gushings;
  All mornings dawn with golden flushings! 
In a shower of gold, say fables old,
A maiden was won by the god of gold! 
  In golden goblets wine is beaming: 
  On golden couches kings are dreaming! 
  The Golden Rule dries many tears! 
  The Golden Number rules the spheres! 
Gold, gold it is, that sways the nations: 
Gold! gold! the center of all rotations! 
  On golden axles worlds are turning: 
  With phosphorescence seas are burning! 
  All fire-flies flame with golden gleamings! 
  Gold-hunters’ hearts with golden dreamings! 
  With golden arrows kings are slain: 
  With gold we’ll buy a freeman’s name! 
In toilsome trades, for scanty earnings,
At home we’ve slaved, with stifled yearnings: 
No light! no hope!  Oh, heavy woe! 
When nights fled fast, and days dragged slow. 
    But joyful now, with eager eye,
    Fast to the Promised Land we fly: 
      Where in deep mines,
      The treasure shines;
    Or down in beds of golden streams,
    The gold-flakes glance in

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