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104 The owl-queen then will love us And send her birds no more.
 * The Beggar Speaks
 * "What Mister Moon Said to Me."

Come, eat the bread of idleness, Come, sit beside the spring: Some of the flowers will keep awake, Some of the birds will sing.

Come, eat the bread no man has sought For half a hundred years: Men hurry so they have no griefs, Nor even idle tears:

They hurry so they have no loves: They cannot curse nor laugh&mdash; Their hearts die in their youth with neither Grave nor epitaph.

My bread would make them careless, And never quite on time&mdash; Their eyelids would be heavy, Their fancies full of rhyme: