Poem by James Elroy Flecker

Envoy

The young men leap, and toss their golden hair,
Run round the land, or sail across the seas:
But one was stricken with a sore disease,
The lean and swarthy poet of despair.


Know me, the slave of fear and death and shame,
A sad Comedian, a most tragic Fool,
Shallow, imperfect, fashioned without rule,
The doubtful shadow of a demon flame. 

1. November Eves
2. The Second Sonnet of Bathrolaire
3. The Ballad Of The Student In The South
4. The First Sonnet of Bathrolaire
5. Rioupéroux

Lincoln Colcord Envoy ("Captain, Captain, heavy squall in sight")

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