Poem by William Ernest Henley

Echoes. 30. Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams

Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams,
   Still debating, still delay,
And the world’s a ghost that gleams—
   Wavers—vanishes away!

We must live while live we can;
   We should love while love we may.
Dread in women, doubt in man . . .
   So the Infinite runs away.

1. Echoes. 12. To Me at My Fifth-Floor Window
2. Echoes. 21. We Flash across the Level
3. In Hospital. 22. Pastoral
4. In Hospital. 12. Etching
5. Echoes. 15. There Is a Wheel Inside My Head

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