| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 291. An Immorality |
| | | By Ezra Pound |
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| SING we for love and idleness, | |
| Naught else is worth the having. | |
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| Though I have been in many a land, | |
| There is naught else in living. | |
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| And I would rather have my sweet, | 5 |
| Though rose-leaves die of grieving, | |
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| Than do high deeds in Hungary | |
| To pass all mens believing. | |
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