第66章 THE RECALCITRANTS

Let us off and search, and find a place Where yours and mine can be natural lives, Where no one comes who dissects and dives And proclaims that ours is a curious case, That its touch of romance can scarcely grace.

You would think it strange at first, but then Everything has been strange in its time.

When some one said on a day of the prime He would bow to no brazen god again He doubtless dazed the mass of men.

None will recognize us as a pair whose claims To righteous judgment we care not making;

Who have doubted if breath be worth the taking, And have no respect for the current fames Whence the savour has flown while abide the names.

We have found us already shunned, disdained, And for re-acceptance have not once striven;

Whatever offence our course has given The brunt thereof we have long sustained.

Well, let us away, scorned unexplained.