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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Look how the people follow you! Why don't you hire out as a special writer? You could become a business man, a rhetorician— You could become a player— You can grow rich. There's nothing for a fighter Fighting as you are but to end in ruin." But he turned from them on his way, pursuing The dream he had in view.


 * He had a rich man or two

Who took up with him against the powerful frown That looked him down. For you'll always find a rich man or two To take up with anything— There are those who want to get into society, or bring Their riches to a social recognition Or ill—formed souls who lack the real patrician Spirit for life. But as for him he didn't care, he passed Where the richness of living was rife; And like wise Goethe talking to the last With cab-men rather than with lords, He sat about the markets and the fountains, He walked about the country and the mountains, Took trips upon the lakes and waded fords, Barefooted; laughing as a young animal Disports itself amid the festival Of warm winds, sunshine, summer's carnival—