THEY will come no more,

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The old men with beautiful manners.

Il était comme un tout petit garçon

With his blouse full of apples

And sticking out all the way round;

Blagueur! “Con gli occhi onesti e tardi,”

And he said:

“Oh! Abelard,” as if the topic

Were much too abstruse for his comprehension,

And he talked about “the Great Mary,”

And said: “Mr. Pound is shocked at my levity,”

When it turned out he meant Mrs. Ward.

And the other was rather like my bust by Gaudier,

Or like a real Texas colonel,

He said: “Why flay dead horses?

“There was once a man called Voltaire.”

And he said they used to cheer Verdi,

In Rome, after the opera,

And the guards couldn’t stop them,

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