The Assignation
Fame singing in the highways, and trifling as she sang, with sordid adventurers,
passed the poet by.
And still the poet made for her little chaplets of song, to deck her forehead
in the courts of Time: and still she wore instead the worthless garlands,
that boisterous citizens flung to her in the ways, made out of perishable
things.
Fame singing in the highways, and trifling as she sang, with sordid adventurers,
passed the poet by.
And still the poet made for her little chaplets of song, to deck her forehead
in the courts of Time: and still she wore instead the worthless garlands,
that boisterous citizens flung to her in the ways, made out of perishable
things.